kate+speaks

… I SHOULD BE SLEEPING …

so anyways i dug for shoes the past week in the sac house, and i have so many pairs of shoes i do not/have not wear/worn. jeff gets pisssssssssed. when i look at shoes in stores he’s always “you’re not gonna wear those, just like your asics, and your camos, and your turquoise… blah blah blah.” its one thing he has on me.

so now i just buy them when he’s not around.

anyways… you would think that i would wear the casual shoes, but no. they’re the hardest mofos to break in. i hate new chucks/vans. they are so clean and hard to bend, and they hurt. …and this is all coming to me because my chucks are seeing flat lines pretty soon and my check vans have holes developing.

my case-in-point: they should sell already broken-in shoes. i swear i would buy them.

…. sorry i should just go to sleep.

it is beautiful to know that its just not me…

…all women seem to suffer from the duties of femininity, some just have their secrets on how they get through it.

you can’t understand how happy it is to know that i’m not the only one.

how the hell can carrie bradshaw walk 20 blocks in her manolos? how? how the hell does she do it?

…she’s some kind of superwoman, carrie bradshaw isn’t even real, but there are real ways to tackle the pain/hastle of heels.

i have discovered the light.

YOU HAVE NO IDEA.

my last day at the office was yesterday. it was really nice, one of them baked me a cake and they all signed a card and filled it with “goodbyes” and “good lucks.” I’ve been there a long time, 2.5 years.

i’m actually kind of sad to go. the new job starts next thursday…

my first design job.

07 is starting off fresh.

so if you didn’t know, the vienna beef hot dogs at target are hella good. they’re as good as what costco USED TO BE when they used the kosher dogs, as good as ikea, as good as gray’s in nyc, those are the best hot dogs around, well, chain-wise.

so i was at target last night, ordered hot dogs for me and jeff, the next lady wanted chicken tenders then got mad they didn’t have anymore. the manager then proceeded to offer her the items they still had available. after he offered hot dogs she replied “EWW HOT DOGS ARE DISGUSTING.”

then there i was leaving the counter with my two hot dogs.

in my head i thought… “i didn’t know obese people could tell others that certain food was disgusting.”

judgemental and mean… yes, but only cause she was a rude b_tch.

i’m on a mission to find the best burrito in the world.

so far no. 1 is pepe’s in hayward off mission blvd, for their chicken fajita burrito.i’m going to find it.

i consulted my hair stylist today like she was a doctor. i asked her if it was possible for me to get blonde again. she laughed and said she knew it was coming, but yes… it is possible.

MAY.

its true that you can lose yourself in music. it happened to me last night, granted its A LOT EASIER when its live.

it starts with a high, then you lose all sense of reality.

you really don’t know where you are, or what you are doing there.. but somehow you are saying lyrics and you’re numb. the kind of numb where nothing can kill your buzz, a good numb and you’re just feeling completely light.

i’ve realized that this is hard for me to achieve with live hip hop. blackstar was too far away at rock the bells, plus they did not do “brown skin lady.” i saw kweli front row in sept, but still… i could tell he was pissed at the sound system, so his vibe was “off.” seating was assigned at tribe, how you do get hype with assigned seats? there too many factors at hip hop shows, and i have been to plenty in the past year. its also how much love the crowd has, rock people are insane, and if they’re on the floor its cause they came early and worked hard to get there. hip hop people are too hard to show love most of the time.

jeff was right.

rock shows beat hip hop.

if common/tribe/mos/kweli/kanye all did a show and i was front row… i’d probably lose it easy.

EASY.

funny story.

so the incubus show last night was too much for words, hella great ok? nothing funny about that except that the slightly taller white girl behind me got a little too close for most of the show. i’m not the type of person who likes to have my space invaded, touching is a very sensitive thing for me. so ok… i got used to the idea that she would be so close that we were sardines.

but seriously… the white girl spooned me and screamed orgasms while doing so.

no joke.

at certain points she buckled her knees, threw her head back, and grunted. her knees buckled to the point that they would fit perfectly in mine… and she was spooning me!

i understand she was hella feeling brandon boyd and the whole band but still…

i hella felt violated.

its wrong. its wrong.

things i need:

- a haircut
- some money
- new glasses
- a dentist appointment

things i need to do:

- run/jump rope
- fold laundry
- rest my head, cause its going miles a minute
- get jeans hemmed, cause they were made for tall girls
- eat better again

INCUBUS

EXCLAMATION POINT.

no liquids tomorrow. i can’t go pee after 7pm so i can keep a front row spot on the floor of the warfield. the last time we saw them was on my 21st birthday exactly… we were front row and we got there at like 11am.

incubus.