Monday, April 6, 2009
Sunday, April 5, 2009
I AM THE BEN FRANKLIN OF BLOGGERS!
For instance, just like Benjamin Franklin I write quotable proverbs all of the time, like this one:
"Pull yourself up by the bootstraps! I pull myself up by the bootstraps all of the time, but the straps of my boots are very small and not visible (they're made out of dental floss.)"
Also, like Ben Franklin, I drink tons of booze and create inventions. He invented electricity and I invented a toaster oven that's powered by solar panels, so that you can take that toaster oven on camping trips. Toast is always a good idea!
The only difference between me and Ben Franklin is that he contracted tons of STDs from French prostitutes, and I contracted my STDs while working on the carnival circuit.
Just kidding! I don't have any STDs!
(p.s. I have a MAJOR PHOBIA of getting struck by lightning, unlike Ben Franklin because obviously he loves to get struck by lightning, that was like his "thing.")
love
katie
"Pull yourself up by the bootstraps! I pull myself up by the bootstraps all of the time, but the straps of my boots are very small and not visible (they're made out of dental floss.)"
Also, like Ben Franklin, I drink tons of booze and create inventions. He invented electricity and I invented a toaster oven that's powered by solar panels, so that you can take that toaster oven on camping trips. Toast is always a good idea!
The only difference between me and Ben Franklin is that he contracted tons of STDs from French prostitutes, and I contracted my STDs while working on the carnival circuit.
Just kidding! I don't have any STDs!
(p.s. I have a MAJOR PHOBIA of getting struck by lightning, unlike Ben Franklin because obviously he loves to get struck by lightning, that was like his "thing.")
love
katie
"CLASSIC" "ROCK"
Dear Classic Rock Radio Station,
System of a Down is NOT classic rock. It is neither "classic", nor is it "rock."
So stop playing System of a Down songs all of the time. Listening to the radio is free, but I would pay lots of money to not hear System of a Down ever again in my life.
Thanks,
Katie
System of a Down is NOT classic rock. It is neither "classic", nor is it "rock."
So stop playing System of a Down songs all of the time. Listening to the radio is free, but I would pay lots of money to not hear System of a Down ever again in my life.
Thanks,
Katie
THE GREYHOUND BUS COMPANY IS MY ENEMY NOW
You guys, I had a terrible Greyhound bus experience yesterday.
The morning started out awesome, I was all packed up and headed for Boston to see some awesome and beloved friends! We had plans to catch up and do fun things and generally everything was supposed to go really well!
But then I missed my 9 o'clock bus. And then I finally arrived at Port Authority at 11:30 to catch the noon bus, and there was a total log jam of customer service, and I realized that everyone that rides the 'Hound is either fleeing some bail-bond situation or some other dysfunctional mess. The man in front of me, reacting to the slowness of the line, said "I was in jail for five years and I got more respect there than I do on the outside." Okay. Well good luck to you, jailbird.
So I finally got up to the front of the line and I was STARVING because I went to an open bar party on a friggen boat the night before and didn't eat dinner on the boat and etc etc I needed to eat, but I also needed to get on the bus to go to Boston. So then the Greyhound lady was like, "You're going to Albany, right?" and I'm like, "No, I went there last spring and Albany is so depressing that I will never go to that godforsaken city again." And she was all, "Well, you have no ticket to go to Boston." So despite the fact that I booked a ticket online for $40, I had to buy another ticket. No big deal, at least I was gonna go see my friends!
Then I ran to the bus with a bag of Cool Ranch Doritos and a fuckin muffin in a bag (because I don't trust any perishable food that they sell at the Port Authority bus depot) and I looked for my phone to tell my friends in Boston that I'm on the bus, I'll be there at 4 instead of noon, and then I realized that I totally forgot my phone at my house! THAT TURNED OUT TO BE A MAJOR PROBLEM. All that I had was my laptop and had no internet signal and there was no way for me to contact them at all. Then I fell asleep on the bus for a little while even though there were all of these weird people on there, spitting on the ground and swearing at each other in Spanish and all of this crazy shit.
Then we arrived in Boston at 4:30 and at the bus station in Boston I was able to get an internet signal for like five seconds, and wrote on my friend's Facebook wall that I was there and would wait for them at the "entrance at South Station." So, I waited for like two hours. Those two hours were fucking awful. One crackhead lady came up to me and lunged at my laptop and she was only wearing a t-shirt and shorts, even though it was like 35 degrees outside. She said some confusing stuff about dragons or something. Another little strange man kept on trying to talk to me while he was holding court in front of the bus station, like, "Smile! Don't worry, they'll come to pick you up!" I really wanted to say, "No shit, Sherlock, if they knew that I was here with the likes of you vagrants they'd be here in a heartbeat but I DON'T HAVE MY PHONE WITH ME AND I CAN'T CALL THEM, so back off!" I called my best friend from a pay phone because her number is the only one that I have memorized, and I left her a voicemail and then called her back from that payphone after spending an hour with "the homeless" outside of the bus station, and she totally ran interference and called my friends in Boston for me. Apparently my beloved Boston friends were waiting in a different area outside of the bus station for like an hour, or more. In the meantime, while I was on that payphone I remembered several news stories that I heard about how payphones are riddled with germs and tons of toxic bacteria and then I imagined that I could get like pinkeye and ebola and salmonella and other nefarious infectious diseases from the pay phone receiver. Then I was convinced that my ear was probably going to rot and fall off of my head very soon.
Oh and also while I was in front of the Boston bus station, another member of "The Homeless" was doing all of these very exuberant and intricate karate kicks and air-punches like he was in some fucking Jackie Chan movie and he almost kicked me in the face while shouting, "I'll kill all of you, ALL OF YOU TONIGHT!"
Needless to say, at 7:30 I boarded a bus back to New York and tried to stop crying about how depressed I was about the whole situation. While attempting to read for my Family Law class I heard some huge African-American man in the back of the bus scream into his cell phone, "YOU'RE A FUCKING SLUT, YOU HO! SLUT!" That conversation went on for a while. Apparently they have some problems in their relationship. Coincidentally, the Family Law reading that I was catching up on was about domestic violence. Fate rears its ugly head again! I finally arrived back at Port Authority in Manhattan at midnight and took a cab back to Queens and it cost me $35. So, I spent a grand total of $160 to hang out at the bus station in Boston for two hours. FAIL.
I might try to go back to Boston next weekend to have Easter dinner with my friends there, but at this point I'm a bit gun-shy about the Greyhound busses, Boston, and families.
Also, do you guys remember when no one had cell phones? HOW DID WE MAKE OUR LIVES WORK WITHOUT CELL PHONES??
Love
Katie
The morning started out awesome, I was all packed up and headed for Boston to see some awesome and beloved friends! We had plans to catch up and do fun things and generally everything was supposed to go really well!
But then I missed my 9 o'clock bus. And then I finally arrived at Port Authority at 11:30 to catch the noon bus, and there was a total log jam of customer service, and I realized that everyone that rides the 'Hound is either fleeing some bail-bond situation or some other dysfunctional mess. The man in front of me, reacting to the slowness of the line, said "I was in jail for five years and I got more respect there than I do on the outside." Okay. Well good luck to you, jailbird.
So I finally got up to the front of the line and I was STARVING because I went to an open bar party on a friggen boat the night before and didn't eat dinner on the boat and etc etc I needed to eat, but I also needed to get on the bus to go to Boston. So then the Greyhound lady was like, "You're going to Albany, right?" and I'm like, "No, I went there last spring and Albany is so depressing that I will never go to that godforsaken city again." And she was all, "Well, you have no ticket to go to Boston." So despite the fact that I booked a ticket online for $40, I had to buy another ticket. No big deal, at least I was gonna go see my friends!
Then I ran to the bus with a bag of Cool Ranch Doritos and a fuckin muffin in a bag (because I don't trust any perishable food that they sell at the Port Authority bus depot) and I looked for my phone to tell my friends in Boston that I'm on the bus, I'll be there at 4 instead of noon, and then I realized that I totally forgot my phone at my house! THAT TURNED OUT TO BE A MAJOR PROBLEM. All that I had was my laptop and had no internet signal and there was no way for me to contact them at all. Then I fell asleep on the bus for a little while even though there were all of these weird people on there, spitting on the ground and swearing at each other in Spanish and all of this crazy shit.
Then we arrived in Boston at 4:30 and at the bus station in Boston I was able to get an internet signal for like five seconds, and wrote on my friend's Facebook wall that I was there and would wait for them at the "entrance at South Station." So, I waited for like two hours. Those two hours were fucking awful. One crackhead lady came up to me and lunged at my laptop and she was only wearing a t-shirt and shorts, even though it was like 35 degrees outside. She said some confusing stuff about dragons or something. Another little strange man kept on trying to talk to me while he was holding court in front of the bus station, like, "Smile! Don't worry, they'll come to pick you up!" I really wanted to say, "No shit, Sherlock, if they knew that I was here with the likes of you vagrants they'd be here in a heartbeat but I DON'T HAVE MY PHONE WITH ME AND I CAN'T CALL THEM, so back off!" I called my best friend from a pay phone because her number is the only one that I have memorized, and I left her a voicemail and then called her back from that payphone after spending an hour with "the homeless" outside of the bus station, and she totally ran interference and called my friends in Boston for me. Apparently my beloved Boston friends were waiting in a different area outside of the bus station for like an hour, or more. In the meantime, while I was on that payphone I remembered several news stories that I heard about how payphones are riddled with germs and tons of toxic bacteria and then I imagined that I could get like pinkeye and ebola and salmonella and other nefarious infectious diseases from the pay phone receiver. Then I was convinced that my ear was probably going to rot and fall off of my head very soon.
Oh and also while I was in front of the Boston bus station, another member of "The Homeless" was doing all of these very exuberant and intricate karate kicks and air-punches like he was in some fucking Jackie Chan movie and he almost kicked me in the face while shouting, "I'll kill all of you, ALL OF YOU TONIGHT!"
Needless to say, at 7:30 I boarded a bus back to New York and tried to stop crying about how depressed I was about the whole situation. While attempting to read for my Family Law class I heard some huge African-American man in the back of the bus scream into his cell phone, "YOU'RE A FUCKING SLUT, YOU HO! SLUT!" That conversation went on for a while. Apparently they have some problems in their relationship. Coincidentally, the Family Law reading that I was catching up on was about domestic violence. Fate rears its ugly head again! I finally arrived back at Port Authority in Manhattan at midnight and took a cab back to Queens and it cost me $35. So, I spent a grand total of $160 to hang out at the bus station in Boston for two hours. FAIL.
I might try to go back to Boston next weekend to have Easter dinner with my friends there, but at this point I'm a bit gun-shy about the Greyhound busses, Boston, and families.
Also, do you guys remember when no one had cell phones? HOW DID WE MAKE OUR LIVES WORK WITHOUT CELL PHONES??
Love
Katie
Thursday, April 2, 2009
HOME PERMS
Hi,
There's a girl in my class at school that has very pretty and naturally curly hair, and sometimes I look at her hair while I'm in class and I'm like, "I want that kind of hair!"
So I was just conducting a little bit of internet research because I think that I want to perm my hair soon, but the evidence that I found about perms is totally awful and I refuse to subject any part of my body to such toxic chemicals.
This is a cautionary tale! Do not try a home perm unless you want to look like this:
HE IS OBVIOUSLY A HOME PERM VICTIM.
love,
katie
There's a girl in my class at school that has very pretty and naturally curly hair, and sometimes I look at her hair while I'm in class and I'm like, "I want that kind of hair!"
So I was just conducting a little bit of internet research because I think that I want to perm my hair soon, but the evidence that I found about perms is totally awful and I refuse to subject any part of my body to such toxic chemicals.
This is a cautionary tale! Do not try a home perm unless you want to look like this:
HE IS OBVIOUSLY A HOME PERM VICTIM.
love,
katie
YOU'RE EATIN' GOOD IN THE NEIGHBORHOOD: APPLEBEE'S
Hello to you, my goddamn internet friends!
Tonight I had a martini for the first time in my life, and it was at an Applebee's restaurant inside of a mall!
Martinis are gross!
love
katie
Tonight I had a martini for the first time in my life, and it was at an Applebee's restaurant inside of a mall!
Martinis are gross!
love
katie
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
HAPPY APRIL FOOL'S DAY!
You guys,
This is my favorite holiday! I have compiled some pretty awesome April Fool's Day pranks over the years! I'll let you in on my secret tricks, if that's the sort of thing that you like to do:
QUICKSAND TRICK
1. Figure out who you're going to play the prank on.
2. Get a shovel, a shitload of quicksand*, some sod, and $500 in gold bricks.
3. Go to the person's house when they're not home, or possibly fast asleep. I usually go there at like 3am, just to be safe.
4. Dig an 8 foot by 6 foot trench in their backyard.
5. Fill the trench with quicksand and then cover it with sod.
6. Put the gold bricks on the other side of the sod.
7. Hide in the bushes for a while and wait for them to discover that gold.
8. They see it now! Then they let their greed get the best of them and trust that their lawn is safe and that there's no way that they could possibly get tricked into falling into a trench full of quicksand!
9. They fall into the quicksand. If no one is around to see them struggle, they probably fight it and try to escape for a while, and then slowly but surely they sink to the bottom of the trench!
10. Break into their house, steal all of the valuables (jewelry, flat-screen television, important documents that you can use to steal their identity and abscond funds from their bank accounts after doing some major computer hacking into databases and whatnot, plus then find their most expensive clothes, their fancy microwave, etc.) Hey, you can steal whatever you want because that bitch is forehead-deep in quicksand and probably suffocating! Like they'll notice that you're looting their house?
11. Celebrate your victory by raiding their liquor cabinet of the finest scotch that you can find, dispose of the shovel, wipe off your fingerprints from when you broke into the house, and proceed to the pawn shop or "fence" so that you can sell all of their shit!
See, now THAT is a funny trick! I have several others, like the MICE IN THE TUPPERWARE trick and the SWEATPANTS THUNDER trick and, my personal favorite, the STEAL UNDERGRAD TRANSCRIPTS TO MAKE THEM A MORTUARY SCIENCE MAJOR trick!
love
katie
p.s. Here's a website about how quicksand works: http://www.howstuffworks.com/quicksand.htm
This is my favorite holiday! I have compiled some pretty awesome April Fool's Day pranks over the years! I'll let you in on my secret tricks, if that's the sort of thing that you like to do:
QUICKSAND TRICK
1. Figure out who you're going to play the prank on.
2. Get a shovel, a shitload of quicksand*, some sod, and $500 in gold bricks.
3. Go to the person's house when they're not home, or possibly fast asleep. I usually go there at like 3am, just to be safe.
4. Dig an 8 foot by 6 foot trench in their backyard.
5. Fill the trench with quicksand and then cover it with sod.
6. Put the gold bricks on the other side of the sod.
7. Hide in the bushes for a while and wait for them to discover that gold.
8. They see it now! Then they let their greed get the best of them and trust that their lawn is safe and that there's no way that they could possibly get tricked into falling into a trench full of quicksand!
9. They fall into the quicksand. If no one is around to see them struggle, they probably fight it and try to escape for a while, and then slowly but surely they sink to the bottom of the trench!
10. Break into their house, steal all of the valuables (jewelry, flat-screen television, important documents that you can use to steal their identity and abscond funds from their bank accounts after doing some major computer hacking into databases and whatnot, plus then find their most expensive clothes, their fancy microwave, etc.) Hey, you can steal whatever you want because that bitch is forehead-deep in quicksand and probably suffocating! Like they'll notice that you're looting their house?
11. Celebrate your victory by raiding their liquor cabinet of the finest scotch that you can find, dispose of the shovel, wipe off your fingerprints from when you broke into the house, and proceed to the pawn shop or "fence" so that you can sell all of their shit!
See, now THAT is a funny trick! I have several others, like the MICE IN THE TUPPERWARE trick and the SWEATPANTS THUNDER trick and, my personal favorite, the STEAL UNDERGRAD TRANSCRIPTS TO MAKE THEM A MORTUARY SCIENCE MAJOR trick!
love
katie
p.s. Here's a website about how quicksand works: http://www.howstuffworks.com/quicksand.htm
I BOUGHT THIS APPLE AND IT'S TOO PRETTY TO EAT
So, I think I'll just stare at it instead.
Thanks,
Katie
Monday, March 30, 2009
Thursday, March 26, 2009
THANK GOD: FINALLY!!!
Just yesterday I was thinking, "when's another fuckin Tom Hanks movie about the Illuminati gonna come out??"
WHOOMP HAIR IT IS!!!
WHOOMP HAIR IT IS!!!
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
Monday, March 23, 2009
HOW DID THIS HAPPEN? I HAVE NO-EYE DEER!
Matt Lauer Hit By Deer on Long Island While Biking
9:15 PM EDT, March 23, 2009
"Today" show co-host Matt Lauer, who injured his shoulder on Long Island this past weekend after a mishap with a deer while bicycling, may be back on the air by the end of the week, an NBC spokeswoman said.
The incident forced Lauer to miss Monday's show, NBC reported.
"He was riding his bike over the weekend and he had a run-in with a deer," co-host Meredith Vieira said, according to the NBC Web site report.
Well, if I were that deer I'd probably attack Matt Lauer, too. I'd probably kick him in the eyes with my sharp, cloven hooves!
sincerely,
katie
9:15 PM EDT, March 23, 2009
"Today" show co-host Matt Lauer, who injured his shoulder on Long Island this past weekend after a mishap with a deer while bicycling, may be back on the air by the end of the week, an NBC spokeswoman said.
The incident forced Lauer to miss Monday's show, NBC reported.
"He was riding his bike over the weekend and he had a run-in with a deer," co-host Meredith Vieira said, according to the NBC Web site report.
Well, if I were that deer I'd probably attack Matt Lauer, too. I'd probably kick him in the eyes with my sharp, cloven hooves!
sincerely,
katie
Sunday, March 22, 2009
THE KING OF PLOP
Apparently Michael Jackson, in preparation for his upcoming world tour, just spent an additional $50,000 on plastic surgery. Also, his nose FELL OFF OF HIS FACE last summer!
He was probably like, "Oh no, my nose just fell into my gold-leaf and caviar ice cream sundae! PLOP."
It's a disease, apparently!
love
katie
He was probably like, "Oh no, my nose just fell into my gold-leaf and caviar ice cream sundae! PLOP."
It's a disease, apparently!
love
katie
Saturday, March 21, 2009
ME GO PEE-PEE IN YOUR COKE
Someday I'm going to open up a Chinese restaurant and call it Wonton Disregard for Human Life.
Bye!
Bye!
EVANGELICAL CHRISTIANS
I was in a very weird mood last night and as a result I joined a bunch of bizarre groups on Facebook, including but not limited to:
1. Jim Varney fan club
2. Uriah Heep fan club
3. Bruce Villanche fan club
4. Evangelical Christians
I don't really worry about the fallout from joining any of the groups besides Evangelical Christians. Jim Varney fans, for instance, are probably too distracted developing dementia to call anyone out on being ironic about him on Facebook. Evangelical Christians are a whole other can of worms. I was just thinking about it, like "do I have any photos in my profile that those Christians could possibly harass me about?" I'm just glad that I deleted that photo where I was performing an abortion in Mexico!
1. Jim Varney fan club
2. Uriah Heep fan club
3. Bruce Villanche fan club
4. Evangelical Christians
I don't really worry about the fallout from joining any of the groups besides Evangelical Christians. Jim Varney fans, for instance, are probably too distracted developing dementia to call anyone out on being ironic about him on Facebook. Evangelical Christians are a whole other can of worms. I was just thinking about it, like "do I have any photos in my profile that those Christians could possibly harass me about?" I'm just glad that I deleted that photo where I was performing an abortion in Mexico!
Friday, March 20, 2009
I AM SICK OF YOU, SETH ROGEN!
I don't care how funny a person is or how charming or self-deprecating. This is about over-saturation. He needs to take a vacation or get mired in an embarrassing scandal or barely survive a drug overdose.
ENOUGH IS ENOUGH, SETH ROGEN. I am sick of seeing your wispy, unshaven face every time I turn on the television or log onto the internet. It's just greedy now, leave a little bit of fame to some other chubby dude that probably has some problems with body odor and dandruff. Go away!
I mean, he is in every movie lately! Now I think that there are video editing programs that can insert him into movies that he didn't even act in!
Thanks,
Katie
ENOUGH IS ENOUGH, SETH ROGEN. I am sick of seeing your wispy, unshaven face every time I turn on the television or log onto the internet. It's just greedy now, leave a little bit of fame to some other chubby dude that probably has some problems with body odor and dandruff. Go away!
I mean, he is in every movie lately! Now I think that there are video editing programs that can insert him into movies that he didn't even act in!
Thanks,
Katie
NECK DEEP IN THE STRUGGLE, CHILDREN
I spent the bulk of my day (nine hours, to be exact) learning about civil procedure. For those of you that aren't familiar with civil procedure, consider yourselves lucky. Sure, it's a cornerstone of legal education: it's all about subject matter jurisdiction and personal jurisdiction and which plaintiff can file claims in which states and how venue is important and oh yes, O'Connor's opinion in Asahi is very important. But christ almighty is this shit boring! I hate it. So, I did that and then at 10:30 tonight I rewarded myself by reading a little bit about family law, the constitutionality of gay marriage. My life is now based in the little joys of reading beautiful judicial opinions about how it's wrong to deprive rights from huge groups of people.
Last night I got back from a mini-vacation in Minnesota, where I was lucky enough to spend some quality time with my best friends in Minneapolis and some other quality time with my dad in Duluth. I think that my dad is one of the funniest people in the world. He tells stories like, "When I was at Macalester College I lived in a disgusting house with a bunch of guys, and we had this terrible cat. It would pee on the couch and bite people and hiss at us. So one day one of my roommates took the cat on a ride in the car and tossed that thing off of a bridge. No more cat!"
I also spent two hours with my ex-boyfriend that I think I want to spend the rest of my life with, which is sort of insane. We had a very turbulent relationship when I was 19 - 21, and it was filled with crazy highs and tragic lows and we were very much in love, in between when he was in jail or when we'd break up during mushroom trips in Las Vegas and I'd end up walking back to the hotel by myself because he was being extremely weird and challenging drug lords to fights over missing packs of cigarettes. He was also constantly giving me flowers and was fascinated by the most interesting and weird things, and when I was with him I felt like the goddamn prettiest girl in all of the land. We have both grown up now, and what was once unmanageable has softened into something good and grownup, and I am convinced that he is the one for me!
This probably doesn't sound like the best of ideas but I don't really have time to explain why he is my soul mate. I think my soul-mate theory is based mostly on the fact that I am arguably a shade manic-depressive (yet still undiagnosed, go me!) and also an incurable optimist, and the fact that he is extremely handsome and smart and funny and awesome and creative and when we are together it's still the same as when we were first together and first fell in love in the most intense and fantastic way.
There are some roadblocks to this partnership, because now he is completely sober (and I'm currently drinking my third beer of the night) and also because he lives in Minneapolis and I will probably forever be shackled to New York City or its environs. It really doesn't change the fact that, since we hung out on Saturday, I am pretty much constantly fantasizing about what my wedding dress will look like when we get married. Yikes, now THAT'S really something that a person that I'm not even dating anymore would love to read on the internet! Someone should lock me up in a mental institution like RIGHT NOW, for serious you guys!
So, that's what's up with me these days.
love
katie
Last night I got back from a mini-vacation in Minnesota, where I was lucky enough to spend some quality time with my best friends in Minneapolis and some other quality time with my dad in Duluth. I think that my dad is one of the funniest people in the world. He tells stories like, "When I was at Macalester College I lived in a disgusting house with a bunch of guys, and we had this terrible cat. It would pee on the couch and bite people and hiss at us. So one day one of my roommates took the cat on a ride in the car and tossed that thing off of a bridge. No more cat!"
I also spent two hours with my ex-boyfriend that I think I want to spend the rest of my life with, which is sort of insane. We had a very turbulent relationship when I was 19 - 21, and it was filled with crazy highs and tragic lows and we were very much in love, in between when he was in jail or when we'd break up during mushroom trips in Las Vegas and I'd end up walking back to the hotel by myself because he was being extremely weird and challenging drug lords to fights over missing packs of cigarettes. He was also constantly giving me flowers and was fascinated by the most interesting and weird things, and when I was with him I felt like the goddamn prettiest girl in all of the land. We have both grown up now, and what was once unmanageable has softened into something good and grownup, and I am convinced that he is the one for me!
This probably doesn't sound like the best of ideas but I don't really have time to explain why he is my soul mate. I think my soul-mate theory is based mostly on the fact that I am arguably a shade manic-depressive (yet still undiagnosed, go me!) and also an incurable optimist, and the fact that he is extremely handsome and smart and funny and awesome and creative and when we are together it's still the same as when we were first together and first fell in love in the most intense and fantastic way.
There are some roadblocks to this partnership, because now he is completely sober (and I'm currently drinking my third beer of the night) and also because he lives in Minneapolis and I will probably forever be shackled to New York City or its environs. It really doesn't change the fact that, since we hung out on Saturday, I am pretty much constantly fantasizing about what my wedding dress will look like when we get married. Yikes, now THAT'S really something that a person that I'm not even dating anymore would love to read on the internet! Someone should lock me up in a mental institution like RIGHT NOW, for serious you guys!
So, that's what's up with me these days.
love
katie
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