deer blog

dear blog,

I wish I had more time for you.

love always,
katherine dubz

would you like a sausage

sometimes life pulls you in funny places.

sometimes it pulls you in 500 of them.

fair o rama

I went to the Skowhegan Fair tonight, one of the biggest fairs in redneck Maine. tally?

Pros:

*live animals: friggin' GIRAFFES just hanging out and you could feed them carrots, and they leaned down to LICK MY FACE with their black tongues, just like Ugg said on Salute Your Shorts. also, wallabys, kangs, and goats. a potent mix.

*native american products up the touch hole, bought a poncho (villa), friendship braclets for me and Mark D, and a bag

*FRIED DOUGH

*carnys. they have big hands and smell of cabbage.

*CONS

*getting my ass GRABBAZOIDED by a dirty redneck and having him smile at me when I yelled at him

*paying out the ass for everything

*no toucans this year :(

*seeing only wrestling and heavy metal band teeshirts

*flip flops on EVERYONE and dirty feet

all in all a great time. getting to first base with a giraffe makes me wanna freak panty drop.

speaking of, as you may know I am obsessed with Vice Magazine and particularly their photography. a particular photo set I emailed them, hoping to get into the magazine, GOT THEIR AT TENTION. I was emailed by them about possibly using a picture in a spread. YES. getting paid, gettin' PAID.

...

sitting silently in a car, after a wedding......

The red moon is rising behind you
The ocean is pounding away
I held up a light to the smoke but
The redness blows it away

And the night is cold
And the clouds go by
Tomorrow morning
I hope to be home
By your side

The riptide is pulling me under
I’m drifting, drifting away
Tomorrow the sun will be brighter
The water will rise and wash us away

But the stars are cold
And the air is bright
And I see you now
You shine like the steel on my knife
The darkness is wrapped all around me tonight

I miss you
I miss you there’s no one else
I do
I do

saturday night crap-o-rama

feels

I feel like this right now.

mark kozalek

so the fun thing about meeting new people, is that sometimes things will just turn out insane. and then you have a story to tell.

I went out with someone I barely knew last weekend. let's just say that he was coked out of his head and drunk the second I showed up, he asked for a threesome with the waitress, and molested me. but he looked like bradley cooper. all is not forgiven.

also this week, the guy who brings me to work, his name is Ray. he works for Checkered Cab. I use them in the mornings if I'm too tired to use the bus. well he's in his 50's, and is AWESOME. he brings me to dunkin every morning and we talk about the news. he also teaches me dirty italian words and bad names, like 'spacone'' and 'cavunde'. Ray likes to tell me stories about when he was 'signed to Columbia records' and 'the opening act for Joan Rivers'. I think he thought I didn't believe me, because YES today he gave me a copy of his cd. it is a bunch of covers and it's call 'the many feelings of ray alvino'. I'd post a picture of the cover, but dontcha know it, I can't find it online. I give him free bread from work, and we have this awesome relationship. he even does a cover of the Godfather theme.

lastly in people stories, my friend Will was telling me about his favorite sociopath. he works with Will's wife Meryn, at RISD. I guess he's crazy but sorta normal for a bunch of reasons. well my favorite story involving him is how this guy had to go to a friend's wedding one weekend. when meryn asked him how it was, he said it was good but that he wished he had gotten the friend a different gift. why is that, wondered meryn. well it turns out the guy had painted a FOUR FOOT TALL SELF PORTRAIT and gave it to the couple as a wedding gift. he was bummed he gave it to them not because of how hilariously inappropz that is, but because he said it was TOO GOOD and he wished he kept it.


loft-sitting this weekend downtown. see you there.

filth

it's a hot one.