d'ohin in the wind

real quick you guys:

***marge simpson is on the cover of november's playboy. oh great, so now I have to buy an issue of playboy. I love airbrushed, hairless vulvae and boobs with no aerolas for some reason. mmmm, aerolas. I guess it's in honor of the simpsons 20th anniversary. embarassing. at least I know there won't be those gross drawings of simpsons characters fucking that you see online sometimes. they always have bart and lisa doing some nasty shit in them too. like wanting to see cartoons fuck isn't perverted enough, you have to throw in a bit of incest. gross.

***new camera obscura album still on repeat. I repeat, still on repeat. dunno, wouldn't normally be my steez but it's like, all heartbroken and shit. also, rodrigio y gabriela, andrew w.k. and the girls album. omfg the guy from 'girls' is so fucking hot ohh i'm cominggggggg. ok then.

***people are getting excited for fridays again like they are 20 instead of 25. this is a great development!

***you are also one month closer to seeing my boobs in print, whaaaat

mmmm.....blog

*I deal with an insane amount of people on a daily basis. I am mentally collecting lots of gems that are uttered by our wonderful work clientele.

new favorite:
"so what do you do with all this stuff at the end of the night?:

"we donate it to a couple of homeless shelters in the area, like the salvation army, amos house, and crossroads."

"oh man......that's great, they are SO lucky, I can't believe it."

"um, not really..........they ARE homeless."

you know this was a man. and apparently in his eyes, overpriced organic pastries and breads make up for crippling unemployment and debt rates. cheers!

*life has been a million times better once I realized that my ex didn't actually love me. I believe he thought he did, at one point anyway, but once I look at the sum of all the parts, it's clear. and it gave me that extra push I needed to be so much better. aside from a solely physical attraction, there is really nothing attractive about him to me anymore. it's true that personality accounts for so much in chemistry, etc. it certainly sucks to feel like stuff meant a lot less than you previously thought, but again, people are what they are!

*there are certain albums/bands/songs that appeal to the broadest groups. every once in awhile, a band will blow up that everyone loves, from the annoying music snob to the guy who only listens to the radio at work. right now I feell that is Phoenix. you can hear their music on The Hills, the radio, being played at clubs by djs of all sorts, and in the headphones of people who have pitchfork as their homepage. bon chance, boys, je t'adore!

*Jennifer's Body is the most entertaining movie I've seen in awhile. I love Diablo Cody. ugh. she met her ex on a forum for Brian Wilson/Beach Boys super nerd fans. they traded bootlegs. she flew across the country. sigh.

more. later.

sosumi

welcome back.

oh hey, I finally got the daniel clowes tattoo I've wanted. the first page of enid, her walking, black and teal, on the back of my forearm.. yay! I haven't been doing too much out of the ordinary. working a lot, a couple profitable trips to foxwoods, planning a baby shower, a little modelling/photography projects, and a couple of the most fucked up dates of my life..

a customer at work brought in a huge box of books for me. the first one I picked up was a hardcover autobiography/memoir by LL Cool J. I immediately hung the cover up on my locker. the second book I picked up was that book, 'Johnny and his gun' or whatever, the book about WWI, where the solider has no arms, no legs, or anything like that, he's just a brain. I'm sure youve heard of this, FUCKING METALLICA DUDE...

to be continued..

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.

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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.