kate+speaks

A man tried to strike up a conversation with me while I was sketching at a cafe this afternoon, MIND YOU, I had earphones on and was paying attention to browsing the internet at the same time. He asked me out of nowhere if I was drawing for school, then when I told him I was sketching ideas for the save-the-date for my wedding he got hella flabbergasted. He reacted like someone told him Santa was a real person, couldn’t believe it.

WTF. Men are such weird people.

Don’t get me wrong my man is probably the weirdest fucking dude ever, but at least he doesn’t turn me off. I like that about him. Ha ha

Cause sometimes…

You just want to listen to slow jams at this time of night.

And because lets admit, Marques Houston is funny, he was in Immature:

I CAN’T SLEEP.

I blame it on the nite bike ride the man and I took to Ocean Beach and back. People were bonfiring. It made us jealous, we don’t have local friends.

Hella sadface.

I sound like a broken record on this blog…. blah blah blah, unemployment-sadness, low, down, yadda yadda.

So my friend Vince wrote me an email for a pick-me-up and he said do what makes you happy and in the end he asked what makes me happy. What would make me happy?

SOME MONEY WOULD DEFINITELY MAKE ME HAPPY.

The pathetic-ness that comes from unemployment status is solely on the fact that I have zero dollas. I know I’m a good designer, I know the market sucks, but FUCK, I need to live! I need to “keep up with the Joneses” if you know what I’m saying. I don’t see myself as a completely material person but damn, I do love material things sometimes. Money pays for experiences as well, which is 75% of what I do with my money. I want to take the man to a sushi dinner at his favorite joint. I want to book two tickets to Seattle so the man can finally check out the scenery. I want to buy five thousand pairs of boots and plaid shirts. I want to buy my friends a round of drinks. I want to stop feeling shame from accepting help from my parents, the man, and kid sister. I want to take care of myself in the way I thought I used to.

You seriously stop in your tracks when you hit unemployment. I love to design, but at this point taking care of myself by any means would be my best way out of this slump.

Keeping the faith and taking your prayers.

-Kate Reyes

My whole life I’ve never had to deal with dudes trying to holler. That’s just how it was. I didn’t dress provocatively and I didn’t wear a lot of make up. I didn’t have low self-esteem but I didn’t have the highest confidence either. The few guys who were interested in me came correctly and respectfully.

It boggles my mind how some men can try to holler at me on the street while I’m in glasses, with a hoodie on, and covered head to toe. It will happen on the most random days and I’m honestly just trying to cross the street.

Sometimes I realize just how grimey city life can be. I have come to believe that after a woman reaches a certain age “hollering” becomes harassment and it disgusts me. Why can’t women just look good without men trying to get all in their business? Why is that I have to get unwanted attention just because I put on some high heels and a low cut shirt? I have to hear bs and get nasty looks just cause some men don’t know how to act right? I get my ass pinched in a club cause some guy doesn’t know how to hold his liquor?

Completely unfair.

I believe in castration. Seriously.

The man and I went SF district to district via car yesterday. So today we decided to ride our bicicletas. We covered 20 miles within 4 hours, and managed to travel completely on our bikes to and from home.

We went from: The Inner Richmond > Outer Richmond > Presidio > Crissy Field > Marina > Fisherman’s Wharf > North Beach > Embarcadero > South Beach > Financial District > Union Square > Then “Wiggled our way home” through Hayes Valley > NoPa > and lastly Golden Gate Park. The furthest ride I’ve gone on was about 12 miles and it did not have to deal with SF hills. I managed to lose my breath a number of times while trying to fight gravity on a few hills, but I’m glad I didn’t succumb to giving up. The man however, was completely unfazed the whole time we were on our ride. He has miles on me and his quadriceps are ridiculous, they’re like rocks.

I am already feeling the pain of riding 20 miles, my muscles are angry.

RANDOM Nights.

_ Tonight we decided to hit 111 Minna because Reignforest Collective was throwing a party.
_ Ran into Paul & Khat. Khat started a friendly conversation with a girl named Nicole (I believe) and when the dj threw on a good song the four of us got up to dance and “Nicole” threw a fit. “Nicole” claimed that she “just had her cell phone then felt someone take it” when “coincidentally we all got up to dance.” So out of nowhere her personality turned 360, she started laying out blame, yelled a few “fuck you’s,” and completely went apeshit on us for a cell phone that did or did not exist. Thats why we learn not to talk to strangers when we’re younger–cause they turn out to be bipolar sometimes.
_ After we got our fix at Minna we somehow managed to venture into the Red Light District of North Beach and went into a dollar bill peepshow. Jeff and I spent two dollars in a tiny private room watching a blond and chocolate woman dance erotically while Paul and Khat were next door. It was sad watching the individual men go to and from the rooms with or without tissue paper in hand. I tried to touch as little as possible our entire experience. It was definitely an experience.
_ I love Burger King cheeseburger kids meals after a night out drinking, its my vice. So Jeff and I then proceeded to roll through the drive through while two male German college kids were trying to order as pedestrians. Burger King wouldn’t accept their order so I ordered for them because they said they would pay for us with their card. It was a bit of a struggle because Burger King really didn’t want to serve them as pedestrians, but they were nice guys who have been all over California and were going back to Germany in two days, so whatever–they got their food and we got ours for free.
_ Now we are back home. I love living in this city.

PMS + Unemployment + Brokeassness = Worst Combination Ever

UGh. Ugly ass struggle.

Permanent Ink

I stole these from the man. I had the unfortunate experience of getting mine all by myself like a loser, I came in early and the man was still at work. Its set in a deep shade of red, his is red straight out the bottle.

They’re spectacular.

Big Day.

I’m on a blogging spree…..

So the man and I are getting our first tastes of permanent ink today. It took a very long time to find something as meaningful enough to get permanently marked on our bodies and we finally decided that representing Milpitas and the homes we grew up in was the perfect idea. Thankfully both of our street names are beautiful, his is “Jacklin” and mine is “Coventry.” We’re getting them in the Mission and the artist is Shannon Archuleta.

Follow up to come.