a woman in trubz

I haven't been posting as much as I like because I'm going ballistic trying to balance moving and being very sick and work and some sort of a social life. lyme disease is acting up big time, giving me fevers and hands that are totally fucking useless. mark d is leaving to la for a week on friday, and I'm trying to squeeze in some extra sweet time with him. I'm going to Maine for 4th of July weekend (holla) and that in itself is stressful. it sucks travelling on the bus, plus my pregnant baby sister sucks and I have to deal with that, among my own medical needs. barf.

mark d recently got a ridics new computer, and is generous enough to sell me his old mac laptop! yay for regular internet! I'd like to post new pictures of my beautiful new house and stuff soon. I painted it 'jupiter orange', which is basically the exact color of a school bus. my 'new' bed is twice as big and my new room half as big, so some massive rearranging is in my future. I know it'll look like an old lady exploded in there.

I hope everything will be okay soon.I'd like to continue the general upswing I had going.

101 Questions About Reproduction

so, chapters in books are usually given the cardinal numbers 1,2,3, etc, but this other book I'm reading, a novel about a retard trying to solve the murder of a dog, the chapters have prime numbers 2,3,5,7,11, etc. he likes prime numbers. I like prime numbers too!

working out what prime numbers are is a complicated task. first you have to write down all the positive whole numbers in the world. like so.


then you take away all the numbers that are mulitples of 2. then 3. then 4 and 5 and 6 and so on. the numbers left are the prime numbers! while this rule for working out prime numbers is really simple, no one has ever worked out a simple formula for telling you whether a very big number is a prime number or what the next one will be. if a number is really really big, it can take a computer yeras to work out whether it is a prime number.

prime numbers are therefore useful for writing codes and in the u.s. they are classed as MILITARY MATERIAL and if you find one over 100 digits long you have to tell the CIA and they buy it off you for like $10,000. but that's not a good way to make a living, but neither is working at a bakery. prime numbers are very logical but you could never work out the rules, even if you spent all your time thinking about them*.

hey remember last fall when everyone said we were gonna die because of the supercollider? well they are doing it again, later this year, so get your affairs in order. say your goodbyes. we're all gonna get sucked into the universe swallowing black hole.




*information from this post collected from various bullshit conspiracy sources. or it's all true, either way.

relax

rogue taxidermy

one million lesbian march (into my dreams)

we're through the looking glass here, people.

after my TMI post, I'll just stick to the regs.

*there is nothing more painful than hearing someone who doesn't know anything about politics trying to talk about current events. now that we're getting older, you're going to have to do better than "BLANK is an asshole." buy a fucking newspaper. get fucking offline (hear hear!) you have to read at least some of the front section every day. otherwise, you are not allowed to have opinions about anything that is in the news.get over talking about the supposed biases everywhere. there are a bunch of biases, just be smart enough to understand. there's still tons of other pertinent information in there, except for the projo, which is $2 now.

*hey remember that time Conan O'Brien was not awesome? ME FUCKING NEITHER. he was dopeshow on The Simpsons, Late Night was bonkers for years and years, and now The Tonight Show is just amazing. props to Conan for translating his wacky, sometimes crass, always irrevrent humor to a more mainstream audience, and for including Andy fucking Richter. The Smiths said, some girls are bigger than others. clearly also, some people are more fucking CRAZYTOWN than others.


*Ralph Macchio is on Twitter.

*summer dressing is never my fave, as I'm a big fan of layering, but I must say I'm pretty psyched on short floral skirts, sleevless mesh jerseys, and onesies.

*I'm so angry THERE IS NO GOOD CELEB NEWS.

*if you are put on the guest list, do not blow off the show. it's not cool and the band will find out.

*hey everyone, are you fucking sad? bullshit. if you were really broken up about this, me, anything, you wouldn't be out drinking and dancing to "Boys Don't Cry" at 2 a.m

end obnoxious rants

I dont need anutha case

I'm super busy tonight, so I'll try to make this like britney and kevin: a very brief affair.

a few lines of this post will be straight out lies, I'll leave you to guess which ones.

* I am moving soon, like less than or equal to 2 weeks, and hopefully the pupster I want will follow. going to paint the room a lovely minty clover green this week/end. the room is much smaller, but the hearts are way bigger! me and my trolls shall be very happy there.

* my fucking sister is keeping her baby, PAPA DON'T PREACCCCH. her boyfriend, no lie, wants to name it if it's a ghoul, Juanita, after his grandmother. I said I would reach into her underage uterus and pull it out myself if that is what it will be named. she doesn't have to like Huck, or Amelia, but there will be no Juanita Witham's in my life.

*can I say, the single most reliably satisfying person in my day-to-day life is the 8 year old boy who comes into work almost every afternoon wearing a full on NASA spacesuit. this thing is bright orange and has silver foil stuff on it, it's truly ridic. and the most dopeshow thing ever was when I first asked him what occasion the costume was for, and he said 'No costume, I'm a real astronaut', as I handed him his gingerbread star. future fucking badass.

* I'm hopelessly in love, and when I say hopeless it's because I mean it. when things are good in a relationshp, it's hard. let alone when shit gets bad because you turned into a mopey gus after 3 months of unemployment and solitary confinement. then other people complicate things. then you deal with fucking tempers and practical mutual verbal abuse. then even deeper stuff that that. I guess I'm not the only one at a loss! I am living in a grey area, and absolutely devastated by it. PISS OR GET OFF THE POT. life is complicated, hard, blah blah blah. you either want to try with someone or you can't/won't/not gonna. we are young, let's move on. we're both smart and hot and funny. we can be that together or with others. my life is improving by the day, be a part of it. or move. the fuck. ON.

*Down to Earth is a supremely watchable film.

* I have recently taken a serious of photographs of myself, which I would like to share. they will be Katie Paper Dolls, if you will.

* a shout out to Callie, one of my regular customers, who somehow saw this blog and talked to me about it at work. hullo joe.

*I'm about to go crazy and pull a Leila from 'Lie With Me'. if you don't know that movie, look it up. you see Eric Balfour's boner in it a ton. but that's gonna be me :/

THERE ARE NO WORDS

JIMMY FALLON YOU HAVE OFFICIALLY NOT BECOME SORTA KINDA MAJOR LAME



MARK PAUL GOSSELEAR YOU WILL FOREVER BE MY HERO/DREAM FUCK.

cum as you are, lesbian vampires circa 1994

I want to call bullshit on people who say they aren't scared of some horror movies. I understand that most of these movies can be lame, and there is no need to be scared of some monster jumping off the screen and most of the time you can imagine the zipper on the costume being visible, like when that pussy Doug Funny finally opened his fucking eyes. but I mean, some of the stuff in Pan's Labryinth? or What Lies Beneath? parts of The Uninvited? fuck, even parts of the Ring for chrissakes. can you not suspend disbelief for a moment? this is life, join the party.

I have been having a lot of ridiculous, can I stress RIDICULOUS dreams lately. but I really hate it when people talk about their dreams. one sentence tops. like, "you killed me with a carrot in my dream last night". okay, that's all you need. anything more, like "it was you but it really looked like Jeffrey Dean Morgan and I think it means that...", is NOT INTERESTING. please go fill a syringe of care juice, so I can inject it in my veins, kthx.

also, I need to work on not being rude to guys who come up respectfully to me in bars, work, etc. they are only doing it because they think I am pretty. or maybe easy. that's not so bad.

paula abdul jabar

the award for best celebrity news garbage churning pun of the day goes to E! for it's headline: "DJ AM Seeks to Spin Life Story".

and the award for best video you maybe sorta forgot about but used to love when you were 5 goes to: Paula Abdul's "Opposites Attract" feat. Dj Scat Kat (sp)!

before Paula was a dented-chest havin', pill-addicted, QVC sellin', secret-booze-in-her-AI Coke cup swillin', Bravo-reality-show-havin' joke, she was one of the world's biggest pop stars! whoopee! she even came #1 on a poll for who men would most like to be stranded on a desert island with. now this crazy lady just cries when some hack warbles a cover of 'Imagine' and hails them as a true original artist. blarf. but it's super fun because she's crazytown.

Paula used to be engaged to Emilio Estevez, until her huge, huge career took the air out of their tires, and well he was also a big star and busy. these things are all currently still true, obvz.

for now you can just hang out and watch the animated super-urban dancey wasteland created in this video. some hot pussy on pussy action.

don't pull tha thang out

and as things fell apart,
nobody paid much attention.

- the Talking Heads.

can I say, that right this very second is one of the most difficult times I've ever been through. and that is saying something.

do you like Phil Collins? I've been a big Genesis fan ever since the release of their 1980 album, Duke. Before that, I really didn't understand any of their work. too artsy, too intellectual. It was on Duke where, uh, Phil Collins' presence became more apparent. I think Invisible Touch was the group's undisputed masterpiece. It's an epic meditation on intangibility. at the same time, it deepens and enriches the meaning of the preceding three albums. listen to the brilliant ensemble playing of Banks, Collins and Rutherford. you can practically hear every nuance of every instrument. Sabrina, remove your dress. In terms of lyrical craftsmanship, the sheer songwriting, this album hits a new peak of professionalism. take the lyrics to Land of Confusion. in this song, Phil Collins addresses the problems of abusive political authority. In Too Deep is the most moving pop song of the 1980s, about monogamy and commitment. the song is extremely uplifting. Their lyrics are as positive and affirmative as, uh, anything I've heard in rock. Phil Collins' solo career seems to be more commercial and therefore more satisfying, in a narrower way. especially songs like In the Air Tonight and, uh, Against All Odds. but I also think Phil Collins works best within the confines of the group, than as a solo artist, and I stress the word artist. Sussudio, a great, great song, a personal favorite.

if you're still with me, I'd like to fall down a flight of stairs. also, if things work out with my ishs, I am going to be moving into a collective space bent on community projects, sustainable living, social change, and heavily involved with both metal music and the IWW. heaven anyone? also, I'll be having a dog. a dog. a dog.

if you're still with me here, I wish I could remember the fucked, FUCKED up dreams the combination of anxiety meds, caffeine and sleeping pills makes me have. If I could somehow record them, they would be the greatest things you'd ever seen. I'm talking, kids stealing wheat stalks and throwing them on the floor, emptying water on them. various messed up surrreal deaths and murders, and desperate messed up sex. or maybe it's just all the influence of the David Lynch picture I hung up.

anyone know the story, "Little Match Girl" by Hans Christian Andersen. I am the Little Match Girl right now. I am.

"Her little hands were almost numbed with cold. Oh! a match might afford her a world of comfort, if she only dared take a single one out of the bundle, draw it against the wall, and warm her fingers by it. She drew one out. "Rischt!" how it blazed, how it burnt! It was a warm, bright flame, like a candle, as she held her hands over it: it was a wonderful light. It seemed really to the little maiden as though she were sitting before a large iron stove, with burnished brass feet and a brass ornament at top. The fire burned with such blessed influence; it warmed so delightfully. The little girl had already stretched out her feet to warm them too; but--the small flame went out, the stove vanished: she had only the remains of the burnt-out match in her hand........"

".............But in the corner, at the cold hour of dawn, sat the poor girl, with rosy cheeks and with a smiling mouth, leaning against the wall--frozen to death on the last evening of the old year. Stiff and stark sat the child there with her matches, of which one bundle had been burnt. "She wanted to warm herself," people said. No one had the slightest suspicion of what beautiful things she had seen; no one even dreamed of the splendor in which, with her grandmother she had entered on the joys of a new year".

I told him that was the saddest story I'd ever heard.
I told him that was the saddest story I'd ever heard.
I told him that was the saddest story I'd ever heard.
I told him that was the saddest story I'd ever heard.