kate+speaks

I am beginning to think cilantro tastes good on almost everything. If you can’t understand that about me I might as well stop talking to you.

How I REALLY feel:

Hahahahahahhahahahahah.

I will never have love for LA, except for maybe the following things: Roscoes Chicken & Waffles, the origin of In N’ Out burger, and probably Disneyland.

Unfortunately this is the man’s shirt and I beggggggged him to buy it, even though he didn’t need much convincing at all. The girls shirt is a 3/4 tiny baseball tee, I’m a girl and I don’t want a shirt like that…. I’ll take a men’s shirt, even though small is still big, I’ll take it. Anyways… these are available at Lower Hater on Lower Haight, at the previous location known as “Future Primitive.” GO GET YOURS.

See… I thought I was being mean about the crackheads, but the man rode my busline with me after work and he had a grand ol’ time. He loves crazy folks. ONE TIME, HE WOULDN’T SWITCH SUBWAY CARS WHEN WE WERE IN THE SAME TRAIN AS A CRAZY DUDE ON OUR WAY TO THE WRONG PART OF BROOKLYN CAUSE HE WAS ENTERTAINED, even though I felt threatened by the crazy-rasta man’s presence and I was in the seat next to the aisle, NO Jeff would not switch cars with me… even when there were only 3 other subway riders… NO Jeff would not switch, cause he was entertained by the voilently-cussing-delusional-crazy-rasta man.

I still bring that shit up everytime.

Anyways… Jeff rode on my busline, and it wasn’t even that bad… It was definitely smellier than ever, but the crack heads weren’t in full-effect. He has no idea, still he would love it.

Friday.

Sometimes I think Fridays are worse than Mondays in a sense that you just have no motivation to work towards the end of the day.

I am completely unfocused today, even though I have a deadline at 5pm.

One day I swear I’m gonna throw a flaming bottle of gas at a cracked out man while he’s making derogatory remarks at me.

Then I’m gonna be on the news as the girl who threw flaming gas at a cracked out man in the Tenderloin.

I need mace for Christmas please, pepperspray… mace… ninja stars… whatever… something… I can’t avoid the damn TL.

I’m not scared of these people, I’d just like to spray them in the face.

Sorry, was that mean? Ohh well.

Note: There is a genuine difference between homeless people and cracked out suckas, I can tell. I’ve spoken to genuine homeless people since I’ve been here and I’m not talking about them, I’m talking about the cracked out suckas.

Thanks.

Chocolate Bar Review:

Vosges Chocolate: Naga Bar (sweet curry powder & coconut flakes in deep milk chocolate)

This is by far the most intense chocolate I’ve ever eaten, I can’t even eat a whole square during one sitting. I got it because Indian food is a growing obsession of mine. At the exact moment I broke the foil seal the curry scent was overwhelming. Its good, but wow is it powerful, you almost wish you were only eating this as a sweet directly after an Indian meal, otherwise its kind of random.

Feminism isn’t about hating men, you can hate women too.

I’d especially like to slap the hell out of the women caught in the “TwoGirlsOne_blank_” phenomenon. Everytime we’re trying to get ahead in life, some women just don’t see the bad representation they leave for the rest of us.

I’d like to mace all of them in the face, not just because they look like terrible women, but because they look like terrible human beings.

How do you respect yourself after that? And how can people respect you?

I just shake my head over…. and over…

Some people just have bad email etiquette. You would think that if someone was included in an email that they would at least respond or say their piece. Its like they’re in the conversation but they refuse to join in, even just to say one thing.

Basically, it looks rude, and appears as if that person doesn’t have the time of day to give even the littlest response.

I understand some people forget to respond and it has nothing personal to do with anyone, but I’ve noticed that with some individuals, its a constant thing. Its like they want to appear busy and unreachable. Come on… who doesn’t check on their email and respond? But hey… thats just my opinion.

Too cool I guess…

Too cool.

The man is sick.

Go figure, he’s always sick (haha, sorry Jeff its so true though). But he already decided early this morning that he needed to take the day off work, which is very rare, he would bring his sick germs to school all the time because of obligations, work is no different to him. When I called him around 1pm he sounded like death so I decided to work from home for the rest of the day, luckily I have that luxury once in a while.

I feel so bad for the chump.

Ok ok… its not all beautiful…

In no particular order, what succcccccks:

I left my car in Milpitas / I take the bus EVERYWHERE (which is good and bad) / My busline takes me straight through the TL where all the cracked out folks like to get on and off and share their crazy ass business at the same time / Nothing is ever really convenient anymore, you better have your day planned out when you’re out riding the busses / The apt doesn’t get great natural lighting, we woke up at 11am on Sunday thinking it was still 9am / We have to move Jeff’s car all the damn time cause of street cleaning / We already got a parking ticket our first day / You love and hate the MUNI at the same time