i look like that guy from harry potter.....

happy birthday little sister! helped sarah celebrate on sat. shot bb gun inside house--tried to shoot a piece of celary off a beer can. yay new hampshire! love to all. sorry about short post. go see ten's if you want to be entertained. more cute pics and such.

He was more than a hairdresser....

So last nite my hairdresser called to breakup with me. He is moving to Chicago on Saturday. Spur of the moment kind of thing. Crap! Was it something I said? I love getting my haircut and I def make an effort to build a relationship. I have "my guy" that I go to, you know? He is the coolest & loves radiohead as much as I do. He doesn't spare my feelings when talking about the current condition of my hair, but I always left there feeling beautiful. He could always make my hair look great. He's loud & bald (ironic eh?) and tall w/ piercings & fierce opinions. He was perfect. He was my hairdressser. Goodbye Ed.

ps: this actually the 3rd time this has happened in 2 years. what the?

Let Them Eat CAKE

so this is what i'm talkin about ladies. these chics are geniuses. right on and such.
http://www2.cakenyc.com/

powerless

still no damn electric. i'm at work now, so at least i'm not freezing my ta ta's off. ha ha! we might get power back this week. this is the boringest post ever. sorry guys, i'll report back later w/ something cool.

Deep Thoughts from a Kat

I have a mirror that faces the toilet in my bathroom
I sat to take a pee.
And read the entire We Are Dangerous comic book Volume 1.
I stood up and turned around.
And checked out the red marks left on my bum cheeks.

The End.

Mary Had a Little Lamb

I learned some funky bass notes & fancy finger plucking for this song last nite. It's hard to feel cool, when that is as complicated as you get. But it's something!

the kat came back

small update, as i am pms-ing it hardcore. with cramps that make me grit my teeth in agony. ( what a wimp, hug robyn? i believe you know what real pain is after childbirth)
pictured here is sarah. she is at the seawall outside of our room. she spent hours there every day. it paid off...she met a hot surfer named chimo and they were fast friends. also pictured is one of the many rainbows that graced us with their appearance almost daily. maui is beautiful. the locals hate everyone, but who can blame them? just as long as you don't get in there way, it's all good. gotta respect that. spent a lot of time in the sun without getting a proper tan. (skin cancer is freaky). Drove through rainforests w/ sarah. holy shit, sketchy one lane roads and cliffs= major back pain from clenching my butt cheeks in suspense. overall, it was great. we went to maui to finish my dad's trip he never took. the goddess pele was kind enough to let us take away some beach sand to add to his shrine on the mountian. shalom.
peace out sisters.

bye for now.

i will prob check in at internet cafe cuz i am so addicted to blogging.

today i woke up laughing. what the hell??

i really did. i wish i knew what was so damn funny. i listened to Ugly Casanova on the way to work. it has modest mouse guy in it + other people from bands everyone knows. fun stuff. haven't done crap today except dream about spring & hot brittish punk rockers that i've never met. i had a dream about that tattoo chic w/ a gun. maybe that's why i was laughing.
love and rainbows & unicorns and stuff.

Speaking of Plushies....

found this on a link that emiloo sent to me the other day. brilliant tv ad.

http://badtree.com/Cool_Commercials/wmv/Blaupunkt_Speakers.htm

flack

i am tired and ready for nap action on this cloudy sunday. going to meet chelsey for brunch at aqua. yay. then nap. sorry for boring update, i haven't much to say today. love.

monkey dust!!!

longest most boringest day ever. gahh! i am going home early to play guitar and think about spring. i was in toadstool today reading about lasagne gardening. i think i might try it. i never heard of it. you don't have to dig a garden. you just layer compost & mulch and ash etc. right on top of the ground! then plant your vegetables. so cool. i didn't make a bed at my new place so this is a great solution. ciao for now.

i want to be a farmer.

i miss summer and farmers market. makes me want to have chickens. we have a nice chicken coop. it would make a nice fort, really. i can't decide if we should have chickens or not. if we do, i might get grossed out and never eat another egg, which is no biggy, but then what about the chickens. how will they feel. i'm sure mandy would take them if i didn't want them anymore. it would be fun to have fancy chickens.

Like eating glass

it is snowing hard which means i have to walk in dark up drive. and i don't have a light or snowshoes and i'm scared of the dark. bahh! oh well. i am listening to bloc party real loud so that makes me happy.

trees are bad for pollution.

walked in the woods all day with bryan and little annie. felt like spring. so good. i love tall trees. they make me feel small. i liked this tree in particular. love and such.

your heart, felt good...it was dripping pitch and made of wood...

i don't care how mainstream & overplayed that band is, those are brilliant lyrics. that is how i feel at the moment. whenever i feel like i don't know what the fuck i'm doing, i read The Alchemist. when you listen to your heart, the whole universe conspires to help you realize your personal destiny. when all things fail i say "it's in the hands of the universe". i remember saying to my family, when we were in the ER the day my Dad died, "don't worry, the universe will take care of us." they must have thought i was crazy. but i'm not. and i knew exactly what i was saying. more importanlty, I believed it. and it's held true.
lesson learned today: never go stale. remember what makes you feel alive in an electric kind of way, and LIVE.

Show me the way to the next vino bottle...

my sister thinks my family has been hitting the sauce too much this past year. self medicating turned into habit. funny, i didn't even notice until she said something. all this talk about new clothes, skat at gym, & getting back into health has me thinking. i guess i need some cute gym clothes. and mesh undies. i normally hate underwear but i like these.

judgment day.

nothing pisses me off more than judgmental fucks who feel superior to all others in their looks, lifestyle and personal goals. classist bastards. i hate that they are so ignorant. i hate that part of me cares that they are missing out on some great thing about a person that is different from them.

let us be lovers, we'll marry our fortunes together...

i've got some real estate here in my bag...

actually, i don't have crap in my bag. especially real estate. i just like the way the sounds. feels like spring today! i actually opened a window in the little shed i call home. (seriously, i'll post some pics soon.)
it's the kind of weather that wakes me up from the deep freeze, with a sense of urgency that motivates me to move these frozen bones. and maybe buy a new pair of pants.
i've been existing in limbo for some time now. i threw out most of my clothes & shoes, so i'm left w/ a tiny laundry basket of outfits to chose from. blah. most mornings i'm embarrassed to leave the house. i wear the same shoes every day. at least my socks are exciting. it's hard to feel sexy when you wear the same gray hoodie day in and day out. the fanciest thing i own is a black sweater w/ holes in the elbows. (pictured above.) but i am happy.

if only she was OUR president!

http://msnbc.msn.com/id/10824185/site/newsweek/