kate+speaks

opinion piece for the day: “BE REAL.”

HERE IT GOES YO:

i have absolutely no fucking idea why people think they have to lie these days. we’re grown ass adults. grown. i’m not someone’s parent, i’m not here to judge (of course i always have my opinion, but so what, so does everyone else), so why don’t people just tell the truth? are they scared?

fuck the lies. grow some balls.

i say this because i find it highly insulting when i find that someone has been lying to my face. people have the audacity to think they’re slick, carrying on with such blatant lies.

what? they think i’m stupid? i find it highly offensive that some people think i’m dumb enough to believe the bullshit that comes out of their mouths.

that must be it… they must not know what i’m capable of.

don’t insult my intelligence.

all offensive language aside, i’ll be real…. i honestly feel that people should do whatever the hell they want if they are so inclined to do so (sans murder/rape/crimes/law-breaking/you get the picture). then, stick by your decisions. STICK TO THEM, you don’t have to necessarily be proud of everything you do, but don’t front and turn your back on your actions like they never occured in the first place. once again, we’re grown, we each have minds & personalities of our own, which we have developed through the years. how can anyone respect you if you don’t respect the desicions you make?

i guess some people need to just be real with themselves, thats the basis of it all. i guess some folks just aren’t comfortable in their own skin yet. …if you were honestly proud or even happy with your decisions/taste, you wouldn’t even have to front. real talk.

generally… i know people lie to me because they’re ashamed of the truth, ashamed, or scared of my opinion. either way, no one should have to feel that way.

y’all should’ve learned this before you were 5. sesame street folks, seasame street!

i hate how “las vegas” is on fridays. i never get to see my white husband anymore.

damn fergie, stealing my man. josh duhamel is mine.

gnarls & chilli peppers are crazy ridiculous. they are providing me with so much musical entertainment these days. you guys should seriously buy both albums, i don’t care what your taste in music is, they are both dope.

sofa lounge tomorrow night for jeffrox’s 23rd. come out and celebrate with us.

i’m so freaking sleep deprived its stupid. i don’t sleep sunday, and some tuesday nights, then when i get home monday and wednesday at 6pm i sleep until the next day.

that will change though. cause…. summer is ’bout to begin. gotta go to work! laters.

i hate it when:<p/>people know its someone’s birthday… and yet they don’t say shit, or make an effort to greet a person. YEAH I SAID IT. i hate that. no excuses. PERIOD.

people message you on myspace(who aren’t your “friend”), with a friendly excuse to talk about themself.

my recommendations for the month of may:

it could be considered a drama, but i thought it was pure comedy.

its only $8.98 at target right now. i especially enjoy track 10… “who cares.”

and for women everywhere, a few laughs… but mostly REAL sh*t, i recommend

boys are stupid and sometimes chicken to be real, and mainly, women just don’t want to believe what they hear.

keep yourself entertained for the summer!

i’m having a very shallow moment right now, i can’t stop thinking about a $76 brown leather bag i saw earlier. taste is getting expensive. i can’t afford nice things. i also tried on seven for all mankind’s, they fit my ass, but they were $130 full price. i’m not paying that. despite what the man thinks i’m getting me some premium denim.

i really need new jeans because my ass has shrunk and my pants are falling, to the point where it looks like my ass is lost in my jeans. who’da thunk weight loss would be a burden…. my mom looked at me and told me that it looks like i’m shrinking everytime she see’s me.

i swear on my life that i’ve been eating whatever i want…..

my metabolism is just up and kick’in. when i say i eat whatever i want that constitutes as one guilty meal a day which is halved with my significant. i like eating fruits and vegetables, so for some people the “i eat whatever i want” thing would not work.

its the man’s birthday… i’m mean to him on purpose sometimes… but not today. i even made the fool a homemade ice cream cake. HOME-MADE!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY JEFFFREYY. i love you sucker.

creative people terrify me, in the most positive ways possible. i have to agree with jeffrox. i’m in love with gnarls barkley.

ahhhhhhhhhhhhh. i’m applying for an internship. ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

its worth a try.

its only 9am and i already have an opinion piece today. hahaha.

WHO CARES WHO LOOKS AT YOUR MYSPACE PAGE?

I LOOK AT YOUR MYSPACE PAGE OK?

I DO. SHE DOES. HE DOES. EVERYONE DOES.

why is that all of the sudden people want to know who looks at who’s page? wasn’t the anonymity of it all what brought us to this addiction in this first place? now all of the sudden everyone wants to know who’s looking at their page. like they want to know they’re special or something. i mean we already get the “profile viewed ‘x’ times” already, now we want to know who specifically looked at our page? come on now…

i look at your myspace.

ALL OF YOU.

ohh short story… i forgot:

so i was sleeping the other night and my stupid room mate decides to torture me during my sleep. i swear, you think he’s annoying while you’re awake, he’s even worse when he catches you sleeping. its like he thinks its funny. to my memory he was crushing me, so i yelled “stooooooooooop, i’m sleeping!” like a couple of seconds later i shifted, turning towards his direction and he is in my face (literally six inches) and yells “BITCHHHHHHHH.” man, i was too out of it to make anything out of the situation, but i was pretty disoriented, i turned around and went back to sleep.

later that day i asked him, “hey… did you yell and call me a bitch while i was sleeping?” he responded, laughed, and said, “yeah, you were being mean.”

ladies and gentlemen… we’ve been together for officially 4 5/6 years. 58 months.

somebody needs to tell girls with big asses that they shouldn’t wear jeans without ass pockets… cause its just not safe. they’re gonna take someone’s eye out one day. girls… if you have a big ass, only buy jeans with pockets. PLEASE.

damnit… rob always eats burger king next to me in gphd 135. it makes me want to eat fried food. fried food is like crack. i think they put crack in the food.. and also in the exaust fans so when you’re outside a fast food joint you cannot help but want some of their drugs. “supersize me” got it right… ronald mcdonald is an old school pusher.

i’m not feeding my kids mcdonalds.

man its hard to focus in this class…

i have TWO windows out of commission in my xterra. the first one actually went out memorial day weekend of last year, and the front passenger just went out this past april. my car is only 5 years old this spring!!! jeff is pretty sure that both pulley wires are broken. dope right? just in time for this hot hot sacramento heat.

i’ve realized that i can only click with people who take my sarcasm and taunting during the first couple of times we meet. i hate it when people take me hella seriously when i first meet them.

two weeks left in this biatch. then i’m off to summer school, working, nyc, & summer school version 2…

omg. gas is expensive. the cheapest chevron near our place is $3.27 for the lowest. my car just loves gas man. gas just had to go up right before “101 reasons why summer is going to be siiiiiiiiiick.”

yes. HELLA RANDOM.