I have made a new blog just for my A.D.D.J. moments, and so that I don't have to change my myspace song every three seconds and annoy everyone with unwanted staus updates.
Witness!
SelfishKitty.tumblr.com
6.17.2008
5.22.2008
5.21.2008
things that rule / suck.
Things that rule:
1. getting drunk and making out with your uber hot old hookup.
2. incredible large lattes.
3. new shoes
4. friday happy hours that take place on tuesday.
8. xanax
9. moving to DENVER!
Things that suck
1.a. coming to the realization that he was just drunk and horny, he probably won't call you, and you should probably just let it go.
5. fighting with your sick best friend who thinks that you are being "insensitive" to her needs b/c you are too preoccupied with 1.a.
6. the DMV
7. my numbering system
10. MOVING to denver!
1. getting drunk and making out with your uber hot old hookup.
2. incredible large lattes.
3. new shoes
4. friday happy hours that take place on tuesday.
8. xanax
9. moving to DENVER!
Things that suck
1.a. coming to the realization that he was just drunk and horny, he probably won't call you, and you should probably just let it go.
5. fighting with your sick best friend who thinks that you are being "insensitive" to her needs b/c you are too preoccupied with 1.a.
6. the DMV
7. my numbering system
10. MOVING to denver!
5.19.2008
5.18.2008
5.14.2008
P.S. - thanks for all the fun
new motto: fly solo. flirt for sport.
new shoes: 1) black suede peep-toes 2) strappy gold and cork wedges.
new friends: cute, single, hold their liquor.
new myspace: yes. embarrassing. I couldn't stay away. I'll take some salt with my words.
new strategy: quit stalking ex's new gf. delete ex's siblings from facebook account. block new gf. get over it. good plan.
new car: PSYCHE!
new online persona: SelfishKitty, nice to meet you. rawr.
new tune: I fucking love Chris Corner. Shit is HOTT.
new shoes: 1) black suede peep-toes 2) strappy gold and cork wedges.
new friends: cute, single, hold their liquor.
new myspace: yes. embarrassing. I couldn't stay away. I'll take some salt with my words.
new strategy: quit stalking ex's new gf. delete ex's siblings from facebook account. block new gf. get over it. good plan.
new car: PSYCHE!
new online persona: SelfishKitty, nice to meet you. rawr.
new tune: I fucking love Chris Corner. Shit is HOTT.
5.08.2008
5.07.2008
PMS bitch sesh
Things that suck:
1. my good friend is going to Alaska with my ex for a month to "climb mountains." Ick.
2. I will have to hear about aforementioned trip for another month after they get back.
3. and possibly have to look at pictures.
4. *deleted b/c possibly makes me sound too bitter.
5. I have PMS
6. I don't have a day off until the 16th.
7. Verizon is going to do me in the butt on my text messages this month b/c I switched from 500 out of network messages to 5000 after a week or so of VICIOUS texting with NC folks. Prorating blows.
8. I'm back in school and thereby back in Colorado.
9. Everyone I love is east of the Mississippi.
Yeah yeah, poor poor me. =(
There is a 67% chance that I will be in a better mood tomorrow. =D
1. my good friend is going to Alaska with my ex for a month to "climb mountains." Ick.
2. I will have to hear about aforementioned trip for another month after they get back.
3. and possibly have to look at pictures.
4. *deleted b/c possibly makes me sound too bitter.
5. I have PMS
6. I don't have a day off until the 16th.
7. Verizon is going to do me in the butt on my text messages this month b/c I switched from 500 out of network messages to 5000 after a week or so of VICIOUS texting with NC folks. Prorating blows.
8. I'm back in school and thereby back in Colorado.
9. Everyone I love is east of the Mississippi.
Yeah yeah, poor poor me. =(
There is a 67% chance that I will be in a better mood tomorrow. =D
5.05.2008
I <3 Student Loan Checks
My two favorite new things - witness:
Nature Bling shades - so very earth-mama-meets-hipster. Like my black ones but WOODsier. LOVE.
Fantabulous new boots!!! (eat your heart out Boo!)
Nature Bling shades - so very earth-mama-meets-hipster. Like my black ones but WOODsier. LOVE.
Fantabulous new boots!!! (eat your heart out Boo!)
5.04.2008
Comfort Food - Yum!
I was on the verge of tears this afternoon, so decided to turn an obligatory trip to the airport to pick up a friend into a food mish. I love Steuben's - and given that they were out of the Sunday special (chicken fried steak) when I got there (AT SEVEN!!!!) - I made the most of the rest of the menu.
Including:
~deviled eggs
~mac & cheese
~fried chicken
~mashed potatoes
~biscuits
~gravy
~cheezy broccoli
~coconut cake
~chocolate milkshake
I am duly comforted. and I have a fridge full of leftovers in case I feel even slightly UN-cmoforted tomorrow.
Including:
~deviled eggs
~mac & cheese
~fried chicken
~mashed potatoes
~biscuits
~gravy
~cheezy broccoli
~coconut cake
~chocolate milkshake
I am duly comforted. and I have a fridge full of leftovers in case I feel even slightly UN-cmoforted tomorrow.
on my de'space-ification
I have loved the 'space for two years. almost to the day. I found old friends, kept in touch with new ones, furthered relationships and generally acted out my life's drama on a website. It's beautiful, right?
I was back east visiting friends last week, and had the most amazing time of my life. really. not that my life was boring, just that this trip was A to the WESOME. And it got me thinking. That was all I needed. good friends, lots of PBR, epic adventures. IN REAL LIFE. not on the internet. (fyi - blogging is different) So I decided to reel(and REAL) it in a little bit. I love my friends. I love seeing my friends and being with my friends, and to a lesser extent, chatting with them on the phone. Myspace began to seem excessive and insincere. 'here is me - defined and delineated in very clever HTML.' A useful tool for keeping up, but other than that, the witty comments left for all to see, profile pics cleverly contrived to appear as though taken by some anonymous third party... wondering who has looked at what and when and how and who and OH. MAH. GAH. enough already. I got sucked in. I did. In a big way. And I'm pulling out folks.
Facebook best be ready.
I was back east visiting friends last week, and had the most amazing time of my life. really. not that my life was boring, just that this trip was A to the WESOME. And it got me thinking. That was all I needed. good friends, lots of PBR, epic adventures. IN REAL LIFE. not on the internet. (fyi - blogging is different) So I decided to reel(and REAL) it in a little bit. I love my friends. I love seeing my friends and being with my friends, and to a lesser extent, chatting with them on the phone. Myspace began to seem excessive and insincere. 'here is me - defined and delineated in very clever HTML.' A useful tool for keeping up, but other than that, the witty comments left for all to see, profile pics cleverly contrived to appear as though taken by some anonymous third party... wondering who has looked at what and when and how and who and OH. MAH. GAH. enough already. I got sucked in. I did. In a big way. And I'm pulling out folks.
Facebook best be ready.
5.01.2008
For Your Entertainment....
Given the amount of free time that I find myself with (in spite of my rigorous academic schedule) - I manage to maintain a constantly updated catalogue of funny youtube shit inside my brain. I gave up most of my stash last weekend while hanging with Boo, but here are a few that I missed.
My faves, the Slowskys.
and the amazing and intelligent Miss Teen South Carolina
OMFG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
and if you have 9 minutes.... my future husband....
More to come.
My faves, the Slowskys.
and the amazing and intelligent Miss Teen South Carolina
OMFG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
and if you have 9 minutes.... my future husband....
More to come.
4.27.2008
11.29.2007
Intergalactic Travel
So - flew home to see the fam over thanksgiving, which was rad for the most part, but also made me a little sad. Being in my hometown and seeing how some of the people I grew up with have changed (and not for the better) was a little depressing. I've never been around so many people who really think that money is the end all and be all to their lives. I'm so happy that have such great friends here in CO, and a job that makes me truly happy everyday - because I have seen so many people who may never have either.
Other than that - airports are entertaining, my family is amazing, and I'm happy to be back in Colorado.
xo
11.06.2007
Fall & Whatnot
Managed to get outside this weekend, between clubs on friday night, Tegan & Sara on saturday night, watching an entire season of weeds and hanging with friends. I think I missed fall, actually. I think it happened in the extra hour on saturday night / sunday morning because it was 75 degrees on saturday and 35 degrees on sunday. Colorado. F.
11.02.2007
10.09.2007
10.08.2007
EEEEFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF!
HOKAY! so it is 3am and I am awake.
After a somewhat agonizing weekend of analyzing my relationship, I finally (FINALLY) manage to fall asleep at around midnight (in a pool of tears, mind you).
At 2am, the worst WORST WORST thing that could possibly happen, happens.
My FUCKING smoke detector starts beeping all low-battery style.
Problems with this situation:
1. I had to change the battery in the one in the hall about a week ago which resulted in my standing precariously on a chair, nearly breaking the thing, finally getting the battery in after the lack of battery caused all three of them in my apartment to go off 'cause they're on a FUCKING CIRCUIT or something, actually breaking the thing and my dog howling as though someone had DIED the whole while.
2. I am an emotional wreck running on less than two hours restless sleep and suffering from mild heart palpitations who has to deal with a beeping object. no good.
3. The ceilings in my room are vaulted. I cannot reach the detector in my room from aforementioned chair.
4. I must fashion a way to reach EFFING detector.
5. I MUST find earplugs.
6. In order to see the fucking detector, I must find a way to stop crying like a hysterical 4 year old at Disney World whose parents want it to pose with a large rodent of which it is clearly terrified.
7. I apparently must spend a seemingly significant portion of time on the internet searching for the owner's manual online to prevent fiasco of hall-detector-battery-change proportions.
8. I finally find earplugs, stop crying about detector-unrelated-relationship-issues, locate spare 9V battery, ready instructions and move furniture in a way conducive to battery replacement and....'
THE GeeDee THING STOPS BEEPING.
FUCKING SERIOUSLY???
ADDENDUM - 7:30am
SERIOUSLYYYYYYYYYYYYYY??????!!!!!
so an hour after my last post, the little bitch starts beeping again, so I reconstruct my detector access setup, climb up there, change the battery, put my bedroom furniture back together and hop into bed!
CHIRP!
CHIRP!
FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!
All night long. I've been downstairs on the couch with earplugs and a sound machine to no avail. 2 hours of sleep on the night before I'm supposed to do the majority of my studying for midterms.
Fuck me.
Addendum: 8:05am
I have thrown the breaker switch to my room and pulled the fucker out of the ceiling. take that you ridiculous little shit.
After a somewhat agonizing weekend of analyzing my relationship, I finally (FINALLY) manage to fall asleep at around midnight (in a pool of tears, mind you).
At 2am, the worst WORST WORST thing that could possibly happen, happens.
My FUCKING smoke detector starts beeping all low-battery style.
Problems with this situation:
1. I had to change the battery in the one in the hall about a week ago which resulted in my standing precariously on a chair, nearly breaking the thing, finally getting the battery in after the lack of battery caused all three of them in my apartment to go off 'cause they're on a FUCKING CIRCUIT or something, actually breaking the thing and my dog howling as though someone had DIED the whole while.
2. I am an emotional wreck running on less than two hours restless sleep and suffering from mild heart palpitations who has to deal with a beeping object. no good.
3. The ceilings in my room are vaulted. I cannot reach the detector in my room from aforementioned chair.
4. I must fashion a way to reach EFFING detector.
5. I MUST find earplugs.
6. In order to see the fucking detector, I must find a way to stop crying like a hysterical 4 year old at Disney World whose parents want it to pose with a large rodent of which it is clearly terrified.
7. I apparently must spend a seemingly significant portion of time on the internet searching for the owner's manual online to prevent fiasco of hall-detector-battery-change proportions.
8. I finally find earplugs, stop crying about detector-unrelated-relationship-issues, locate spare 9V battery, ready instructions and move furniture in a way conducive to battery replacement and....'
THE GeeDee THING STOPS BEEPING.
FUCKING SERIOUSLY???
ADDENDUM - 7:30am
SERIOUSLYYYYYYYYYYYYYY??????!!!!!
so an hour after my last post, the little bitch starts beeping again, so I reconstruct my detector access setup, climb up there, change the battery, put my bedroom furniture back together and hop into bed!
CHIRP!
CHIRP!
FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!
All night long. I've been downstairs on the couch with earplugs and a sound machine to no avail. 2 hours of sleep on the night before I'm supposed to do the majority of my studying for midterms.
Fuck me.
Addendum: 8:05am
I have thrown the breaker switch to my room and pulled the fucker out of the ceiling. take that you ridiculous little shit.
10.05.2007
Daily #1 - "Murky Mojito"
Murky mojito.
Something I know I love, yet doesn't seem quite as clear to me as it should.
PS - I'm also going to try to turn my daily photo into some sort of twisted allegory for whatever happens to be going on in my life.
Something I know I love, yet doesn't seem quite as clear to me as it should.
PS - I'm also going to try to turn my daily photo into some sort of twisted allegory for whatever happens to be going on in my life.
10.04.2007
ok, new plan.
so I'm feeling as though my posts have a serious lack of direction / purpose / inspiration. So I'm implementing a new plan.
Every day, I will post a photo. This way, I have a reason to post, something to talk about, and something pretty for all you (4) people to look at. Yay for new plan.
As it's only 8am, I have not yet taken a photo today. But I will. Just wanted to give you a head's up.
k.
bai.
Every day, I will post a photo. This way, I have a reason to post, something to talk about, and something pretty for all you (4) people to look at. Yay for new plan.
As it's only 8am, I have not yet taken a photo today. But I will. Just wanted to give you a head's up.
k.
bai.
10.03.2007
10.02.2007
bitch bitch bitch
only tuesday and already a bitch sesh. Please forgive me, as I just got out of the dentist's chair and am mildly numb and somewhat dazed. I just had half my tooth removed (lovely visual)
just had an old filling removed in my back back back (way back) molar.
My dentist tried to make it a pleasant experience, loaded me up on novocaine, has one of those massage pads on the chair, lets me listen to my pod. and he's QUICK! which I love. In and out in less than an hour, and that includes the extra 15 minutes to re-numb me when they hit a spot that the drugs missed. YOWZA! If you've never had nervy tooth pain, I swear it's like shoving a red hot poker up into your skull. So, a.m. in the chair. brilliant.
On other things... still working on my hats! Though last night I went 'round the corner to the coffee shop for some late night gelato and the girl working behind the counter bubbles out at me with "Oh my GOD! Did you make your hat?!?!" Flattered, I reply with the affirmative and a proud smile.
This is where things go all boulder-licious on me.
"I TOTALLY have that same pattern!!!!!! knit 2 perl 2 yay!"
um... yes. yay indeed. I was called out on my knitting pattern. ouch. I made something myself, something that apparently every over-caffeinated barista for three counties also has made in her plethora of hyperactive free time. icky.
ok - pain kicking in. me peace-ing out. more from the pseudo sick bed (my illness in this case being self-pity) later.
PS --> that is NOT my tooth! I just put it up there for desired ick factor. ew!
just had an old filling removed in my back back back (way back) molar.
My dentist tried to make it a pleasant experience, loaded me up on novocaine, has one of those massage pads on the chair, lets me listen to my pod. and he's QUICK! which I love. In and out in less than an hour, and that includes the extra 15 minutes to re-numb me when they hit a spot that the drugs missed. YOWZA! If you've never had nervy tooth pain, I swear it's like shoving a red hot poker up into your skull. So, a.m. in the chair. brilliant.
On other things... still working on my hats! Though last night I went 'round the corner to the coffee shop for some late night gelato and the girl working behind the counter bubbles out at me with "Oh my GOD! Did you make your hat?!?!" Flattered, I reply with the affirmative and a proud smile.
This is where things go all boulder-licious on me.
"I TOTALLY have that same pattern!!!!!! knit 2 perl 2 yay!"
um... yes. yay indeed. I was called out on my knitting pattern. ouch. I made something myself, something that apparently every over-caffeinated barista for three counties also has made in her plethora of hyperactive free time. icky.
ok - pain kicking in. me peace-ing out. more from the pseudo sick bed (my illness in this case being self-pity) later.
PS --> that is NOT my tooth! I just put it up there for desired ick factor. ew!
9.26.2007
9.24.2007
9.23.2007
stitch 'n bitch
I made a beautiful beautiful hat! My first non-linear knitting project! It's totally rad! It's totally purple! It's....TOTALLY TOO BIG!!!
ARGH!.
If you happen to know someone with a disproportionately massive noggin and a penchant for purple - send them my way. =(
ARGH!.
If you happen to know someone with a disproportionately massive noggin and a penchant for purple - send them my way. =(
9.20.2007
My life pretty much rules - Part Deux
Woke up.
Bacon, eggs, peaches, coffee.
Went to class (where we worked on massage techniques)
Came home, played with the dog, made lunch = Annie's mac and cheese with broccoli.
Played my guitar.
Read my book.
Played with myself.
Went to the gym.
Played my guitar some more while cooking dinner = baked spaghetti squash with pesto and raisins.
Finished my book.
Currently working on a bottle of wine while teaching myself Bob Marley songs.
Bah-DOW.
Bacon, eggs, peaches, coffee.
Went to class (where we worked on massage techniques)
Came home, played with the dog, made lunch = Annie's mac and cheese with broccoli.
Played my guitar.
Read my book.
Played with myself.
Went to the gym.
Played my guitar some more while cooking dinner = baked spaghetti squash with pesto and raisins.
Finished my book.
Currently working on a bottle of wine while teaching myself Bob Marley songs.
Bah-DOW.
9.16.2007
My life pretty much rules.
SO - after the Shooter post, you said to yourself, "This kid's life must rule." And if you did, indeed, make this mental note, you would have been correct. School is easy, romance is afoot, music abounds. Yay for me. BUT WAIT! there's more! So after the Shooter show, I ended up playing tour guide to the band for a bit, drank one too many PBRs, and found myself in the company of a rather talented drummer from Brooklyn who seemed to think it was entirely necessary that I get myself to Red Rocks on saturday for the second day of Monolith Festival (read: Spoon and the Flaming Lips). He felt pressed to make this happen. He had a "guest list." Oh, ok, I guess I could make it....
All that fabulousness having already taken place (read: free tickets), I didn't exactly feel obligated to press my luck by forcing my rather lanky self into other people's space down front. My cohort, however, didn't feel the least bit apprehensive about a little heavy handed crowd navigation. In we went, and just as I found myself in prime photo-op territory (read: 4th row center), and also as the object of about 20 people's wrath and disdain, I was about to turn tail and run for the aisles when the guy next to me exclaims: "Catie!!! I can't believe I ran into you! I haven't seen you in forever!!!" to which I immediately returned the joyous reunion sentiment and quickly added that I was about to get out of his dance space. "Oh no! Stay! Hang OUT! There's room for everyone!"
Like I said, my life pretty much rules.
xoxo
more eye-candy from the Leica...
All that fabulousness having already taken place (read: free tickets), I didn't exactly feel obligated to press my luck by forcing my rather lanky self into other people's space down front. My cohort, however, didn't feel the least bit apprehensive about a little heavy handed crowd navigation. In we went, and just as I found myself in prime photo-op territory (read: 4th row center), and also as the object of about 20 people's wrath and disdain, I was about to turn tail and run for the aisles when the guy next to me exclaims: "Catie!!! I can't believe I ran into you! I haven't seen you in forever!!!" to which I immediately returned the joyous reunion sentiment and quickly added that I was about to get out of his dance space. "Oh no! Stay! Hang OUT! There's room for everyone!"
Like I said, my life pretty much rules.
xoxo
more eye-candy from the Leica...
9.15.2007
Kanye gets Punked
Indeed.
Daft Punk made it ok to do publicity in a robot helmet.
Kanye made it ok for white folks to listen to hip hop.
Easy on the judgement, folks. It's kind of fabulous.
Daft Punk made it ok to do publicity in a robot helmet.
Kanye made it ok for white folks to listen to hip hop.
Easy on the judgement, folks. It's kind of fabulous.
Whaddup betches?
I'm back. Woot. Really just to brag about my new camera. I heart you wide-angle lens.
Here are some shots from Shooter Jennings at the Boulder Theater 9/13. BAMF.
Shots at Shooter - get it?
Here are some shots from Shooter Jennings at the Boulder Theater 9/13. BAMF.
Shots at Shooter - get it?
8.14.2007
makes me happy!
I just love it when a new cd comes out, and i happen to love (LOVE) that cd, and then that artist/band just so happens to be playing like a week later, and it just so happens to be right after i've persevered through some obnoxious academic ordeal.
the artist in this case is Grace Potter & the Nocturnals, who I LOVE, and her latest cd - This is Somewhere, is UH-mazing, AND she is playing folks fest this weekend, right after my most brutal final exam, on the last day of the semester! How did I get so lucky, you may ask... well, it gets better! She happens to be playing on the same day as Darrell Scott (folk-BAMF-extrordinaire) AND Gillian Welch.
Folk music, beer, hotties. I heart Colorado.
Here is Ms Potter at my (BADASS) home venue (Red Rocks) last summer:
And Mr. Scott -
the artist in this case is Grace Potter & the Nocturnals, who I LOVE, and her latest cd - This is Somewhere, is UH-mazing, AND she is playing folks fest this weekend, right after my most brutal final exam, on the last day of the semester! How did I get so lucky, you may ask... well, it gets better! She happens to be playing on the same day as Darrell Scott (folk-BAMF-extrordinaire) AND Gillian Welch.
Folk music, beer, hotties. I heart Colorado.
Here is Ms Potter at my (BADASS) home venue (Red Rocks) last summer:
And Mr. Scott -
7.16.2007
how i know i am full of shit
i said something the other day that made me question my own sanity, legitimacy and potential success in my field of choice. i mean - this is the kind of shit that used to make me roll my eyes while dodging audi station wagons in the whole foods parking lot.
this is what i said:
"I mean, I like her, it's just that I don't think we connect very well...energetically."
are you SHITTING me? i said that?
i did.
and what's worse: i MEANT it.
this is what i said:
"I mean, I like her, it's just that I don't think we connect very well...energetically."
are you SHITTING me? i said that?
i did.
and what's worse: i MEANT it.
7.11.2007
word o' the day
obsolescence(n) ob·so·les·cence [ob-suh-les-uhns]
the state of being which occurs when a person, object, or service is no longer wanted even though it may still be in good working order/
the state, process, or condition of being or becoming obsolete.
i will relate this to my current relationship status at a future date when my hormones are more balanced.
the state of being which occurs when a person, object, or service is no longer wanted even though it may still be in good working order/
the state, process, or condition of being or becoming obsolete.
i will relate this to my current relationship status at a future date when my hormones are more balanced.
7.08.2007
oh denver! land of plenty...
it was time for a denver day, so anna and i packed up our shit and hit the road. i heart me some boulder, mostly for the eye candy, never for the shopping, but a girl needs a change of pace every now and then. and if it's this girl we're talking about, that's every 45 minutes. so, on the luckiest day of the year, or ever (7/7/07) - we headed to d-town.
stop #1 - steuben's. i do love a hipster-rific dining experience. one of my fave stops in the big d - steuben's has the best potato pancakes i've had outside of the south florida bat mitzvah circuit. so we had ourselves some brunch, ogled the too skinny server in his levis and converse with his artful facial hair and went on our merry way.
total: $16
stop #2 - isis bookstore: metaphysical oasis of the east colfax ghetto. east colfax reminds me more than just a little bit of west okeechobee - and since you're headed east, you can't see the mountains, there are numerous tattoo and tire establishments, and, well - it's pretty much south florida. love it. anyway - so isis is your one stop shopping destination for everything from essential oils to dragon encrusted chalices, pentagram rings, chakra candle sets and the like. anna picked up a set of spirit guidance cards and a pocket copy of the art of war. i paged through 'the art of everyday ecstasy: the seven tantric keys for bringing passion spirit and joy into every part of your life." um... yeah.
total: $23
so - headed back west on colfax in search of thrift stores and coffee. played with anna's spirit cards - she pulled "angel watch over me" - then i pulled the same card. weird. skipped the twist & shout and tattered cover - worthy destinations to be sure, but not on our lack-of-itinerary. found ourselves at the corner of pennsylvania and 13th - good thrift stores about, questionable drinking establishment on the southeast corner, old school record and tape store. parked it.
stop #3 over-priced-thrift-store-that-i-can't-remember-the-name-of-and-i-ain't-tellin.
this is the place that has a whole bunch of shit that makes you say oh mah gawd! yet, you'd never actually wear any of it. or - if you happened across a killer t shirt - you wouldn't fork out the 23 bones. anywoot - anna and i tooled around, got out-hipstered by a couple of high-school chicks in skinny jeans and slip-ons and were on our way when... dum Dum DUM!!! there they were. red chucks. perfectly broken in, not too dirty, not worn out. perfect. wow. they're 9s. no fucking way. this never happens. they're always a size 6. or a 14. they're my size. they're 20 bucks. no shit. score. that and the fabulous danny zuko wannabe behind the counter tipped us off on killer iced coffee around the corner.
total: $20
stop #4 penn st. perk
coffee - oh sweet elixer of the gods...the gods in this case being graduate students. me for an iced decaf latte, anna for a high octane soy model. oh sweet, sweet java. sat in blissful haze on the patio and had elevated convo about ex boyfriends.
total: $6
pulled another card from the spirits: opportunity. i hear ya. rock on.
stop #5 broadway. loads of stops. numerous vintage stores, craft stores, etc.
fancy tiger: generally cool combo of crafting, clothes and music. and georgeous sexually ambiguous shop owner. fun shirts, cool fabric, pirate iron ons... wait, what? yes, that's right. pirate iron-ons. my fave jeans are about to get a little more... well let's just say there's swashbuckling to be had and leave it at that.
total: $6
went across the street, hit a couple of shops on the east side, anna and i both scored fabulous plastic cuff bracelets ($8) and i found a killer abalone belt buckle ($26). all personal style items. grabbed a quick bite at spicy basil to keep us going (miso and fresh spring rolls - also a metaphysical oasis...but in your mouth!).
stop #6,7,8.
at this point it was pushing 100 degrees, and we were getting a little sticky - so we broke into kate's to freshen up. refreshed and redressed we headed downtown to lime after a 'brief' stop in at american apparel since i clearly needed the perfect black shirt. mission accomplished and on our way...
stop #9 - the thin man
rad bar on 17th. apricot beer and eye candy. yay.
total: $8 + $4 tip since i'm an asshole and wanted what anna got instead of my beer and actually asked for something else. yep i suck. =D
stop #10 - hamburger mary's. killer burgers and drag queens. the 'hostess' complimented my front row parking skills. i hear ya tundra. met up with casey and his friends for dinner followed by drinks at jr's. i've never been around so many pairs of diesels in my life. well - maybe at pi phi in '99 - but that was different. so after a couple of hours of beautiful men who don't want to sleep with us.. we decided it was time to go in search of the (highly elusive) promiscuous, emotionally unavailable, straight (!) (all qualities i'm looking for in my next ex) male. off to three kings...which was a bust so i'm not giving it it's own stop, but i did receive yet more kudos on my parallel parking skills. we pondered our options and headed back to boulder.
after a marg at tahona we were toast. sitting in boulder watching the 22 year old hotties is fun and all, but the city... such a killer day in a really fun city with a lot of cool people. denver... land of plenty. how we heart you. and i climbed in bed with my laptop to scope craigslist for downtown housing.
stop #1 - steuben's. i do love a hipster-rific dining experience. one of my fave stops in the big d - steuben's has the best potato pancakes i've had outside of the south florida bat mitzvah circuit. so we had ourselves some brunch, ogled the too skinny server in his levis and converse with his artful facial hair and went on our merry way.
total: $16
stop #2 - isis bookstore: metaphysical oasis of the east colfax ghetto. east colfax reminds me more than just a little bit of west okeechobee - and since you're headed east, you can't see the mountains, there are numerous tattoo and tire establishments, and, well - it's pretty much south florida. love it. anyway - so isis is your one stop shopping destination for everything from essential oils to dragon encrusted chalices, pentagram rings, chakra candle sets and the like. anna picked up a set of spirit guidance cards and a pocket copy of the art of war. i paged through 'the art of everyday ecstasy: the seven tantric keys for bringing passion spirit and joy into every part of your life." um... yeah.
total: $23
so - headed back west on colfax in search of thrift stores and coffee. played with anna's spirit cards - she pulled "angel watch over me" - then i pulled the same card. weird. skipped the twist & shout and tattered cover - worthy destinations to be sure, but not on our lack-of-itinerary. found ourselves at the corner of pennsylvania and 13th - good thrift stores about, questionable drinking establishment on the southeast corner, old school record and tape store. parked it.
stop #3 over-priced-thrift-store-that-i-can't-remember-the-name-of-and-i-ain't-tellin.
this is the place that has a whole bunch of shit that makes you say oh mah gawd! yet, you'd never actually wear any of it. or - if you happened across a killer t shirt - you wouldn't fork out the 23 bones. anywoot - anna and i tooled around, got out-hipstered by a couple of high-school chicks in skinny jeans and slip-ons and were on our way when... dum Dum DUM!!! there they were. red chucks. perfectly broken in, not too dirty, not worn out. perfect. wow. they're 9s. no fucking way. this never happens. they're always a size 6. or a 14. they're my size. they're 20 bucks. no shit. score. that and the fabulous danny zuko wannabe behind the counter tipped us off on killer iced coffee around the corner.
total: $20
stop #4 penn st. perk
coffee - oh sweet elixer of the gods...the gods in this case being graduate students. me for an iced decaf latte, anna for a high octane soy model. oh sweet, sweet java. sat in blissful haze on the patio and had elevated convo about ex boyfriends.
total: $6
pulled another card from the spirits: opportunity. i hear ya. rock on.
stop #5 broadway. loads of stops. numerous vintage stores, craft stores, etc.
fancy tiger: generally cool combo of crafting, clothes and music. and georgeous sexually ambiguous shop owner. fun shirts, cool fabric, pirate iron ons... wait, what? yes, that's right. pirate iron-ons. my fave jeans are about to get a little more... well let's just say there's swashbuckling to be had and leave it at that.
total: $6
went across the street, hit a couple of shops on the east side, anna and i both scored fabulous plastic cuff bracelets ($8) and i found a killer abalone belt buckle ($26). all personal style items. grabbed a quick bite at spicy basil to keep us going (miso and fresh spring rolls - also a metaphysical oasis...but in your mouth!).
stop #6,7,8.
at this point it was pushing 100 degrees, and we were getting a little sticky - so we broke into kate's to freshen up. refreshed and redressed we headed downtown to lime after a 'brief' stop in at american apparel since i clearly needed the perfect black shirt. mission accomplished and on our way...
stop #9 - the thin man
rad bar on 17th. apricot beer and eye candy. yay.
total: $8 + $4 tip since i'm an asshole and wanted what anna got instead of my beer and actually asked for something else. yep i suck. =D
stop #10 - hamburger mary's. killer burgers and drag queens. the 'hostess' complimented my front row parking skills. i hear ya tundra. met up with casey and his friends for dinner followed by drinks at jr's. i've never been around so many pairs of diesels in my life. well - maybe at pi phi in '99 - but that was different. so after a couple of hours of beautiful men who don't want to sleep with us.. we decided it was time to go in search of the (highly elusive) promiscuous, emotionally unavailable, straight (!) (all qualities i'm looking for in my next ex) male. off to three kings...which was a bust so i'm not giving it it's own stop, but i did receive yet more kudos on my parallel parking skills. we pondered our options and headed back to boulder.
after a marg at tahona we were toast. sitting in boulder watching the 22 year old hotties is fun and all, but the city... such a killer day in a really fun city with a lot of cool people. denver... land of plenty. how we heart you. and i climbed in bed with my laptop to scope craigslist for downtown housing.
7.04.2007
after i collect my thoughts...
i will tell you what it feels like to be dissed for a girl with a mini-backpack.
seriously?
1994 called, it wants its accessories back.
seriously?
1994 called, it wants its accessories back.
6.30.2007
how johnny introduced me to heroin chic
i stumbled across the national in the last issue of *gasp* rolling stone - you know, the one with johnny on the cover???? just a little blurb on their new album, sounded intriguing, decided to check it out. i downloaded alligator and the newest one, boxer, and i've listened to both of them at least 10 times. i'm not quite sure what it is, but they suck you in and you don't even realize how much you're liking it until they've got you hooked. kinda like heroin... except without the nasty trackmarks.
6.29.2007
pirates 3
there are scenes in this movie that involve more than one johnny depp. i chewed the sleeve of my hoodie while trying to control my breathing and keep my heart rate below 150. quite the challenge given the circumstances. more than one johnny...
there should be a disclaimer on that bad boy: avoid caffeine, bring a change of panties. *shiver*
anywoot - i really have no idea what was going on with regard to who was betraying who, how many times certain people had died, etc. the plot twists were a bit much to keep up with (especially taking into consideration the number of jack sparrows swashbuckling about), but i do know this:
-> there was keith richards
-> orlando & keira finally got it on (!)
-> it was fucking awesome (and got me more than just a little worked up)
definitely better than the second one and they (hopefully) left themselves open for a few more installments. =D
there should be a disclaimer on that bad boy: avoid caffeine, bring a change of panties. *shiver*
anywoot - i really have no idea what was going on with regard to who was betraying who, how many times certain people had died, etc. the plot twists were a bit much to keep up with (especially taking into consideration the number of jack sparrows swashbuckling about), but i do know this:
-> there was keith richards
-> orlando & keira finally got it on (!)
-> it was fucking awesome (and got me more than just a little worked up)
definitely better than the second one and they (hopefully) left themselves open for a few more installments. =D
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