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Wednesday, July 26, 2006

Lick it up:

Sunday night, it finally got too hot for me to stand it in my loft so I stayed at a hotel by the airport. I spent my time there sitting topless in the room, at one point with hair dye on my head, giggling because it was fucking freezing in there and I was shivering. I think icicles may have formed on my nipples. Awesome.

My travel insanity started up again full-force this week. The next couple of months should be fun. At least it'll keep me in air-conditioned hotels for a while.

To that end, I am in $MIDWESTERNCITY$ on a business trip, but I am hiding out in my hotel room each night like a hermit. I guess I still don't feel up to doing much after my wonky illness last week. My colleague is all disappointed that he has to have dinner alone, but thus is the nature of business travel. Sometimes you just have to suck it up and fucking order room service.

Tomorrow night I am going to $DIFFERENTMIDWESTERNCITY$. I had plans to have dinner with Execufriend and the Wingman but they have both hinted that it might not happen. I'm kind of wiped out too, so if my energy levels don't pick up by tomorrow and neither of them show, I will probably just end up lounging about in my fancy hotel room and rubbing one out to sleazy internet porn instead of going out.

For now, I am going to go put on my jammies, which consist of yoga pants and a West Memphis Three tshirt, call my mommy, and fucking order room service.

babbled by Kat @ 4:35:00 PM | |

Thursday, July 20, 2006


Well, it's not a kidney-anything, it's a bladder infection. Neato! I haven't had one of those in a while. Anyway, my doc put me on antibiotics and I've been downing ibuprofen like it's booze but I still feel like a horse stepped on me. To add to that, my L.A. roommate and I have depleted almost every single drop of liquid in the refrigerator, so if I don't drag my feverish, achy ass to the store right now I'm going to have to resort to tap water. Ghetto L.A. tap water. Ewww. So, after I (hopefully) break this fever, I'm going to try and hobble to the store. Maybe I can bribe a neighbor into taking me by letting them drive my car.

I hope I recover from this shit this week, because I'm supposed to start back up on the constant travel thing again next week. One flight takes me to one place, but not back to L.A., so if I can't leave Monday, I have to change a billion things around and goddammit what a pain in the ass. Thanks, bladder, for potentially ruining the next two weeks of everything!

This also means I'm not going to Comic-con. Sucks, because I had a SWEET room at the Hilton up on the floor where the celebrity guests stay. Goddammit.

Actually, it's not really that big a deal. I probably really needed to just rest and give my body a break what with all the traveling and sexin' and emotional rollercoastery things I've been up to lately. So I'll just spend the rest of the week and weekend on the sofa with cats and cranberry juice and all will be right with the world.

babbled by Kat @ 1:06:00 PM | |

Monday, July 17, 2006


I am going to stop posting about my tattoo appointments because every time I post about them something gets messed up and I don't get tattooed. This time it's a double whammy - Kimmy's computer went on the fritz so she can't print the images she was going to use for reference and I feel really ill. Yesterday while I was out with a friend I went to the restroom and felt like I was going to pass out from the sharp pain in my kidney. I thought it was a fluke, so we just went back to the studio, popped some ibuprofen, and all was fine. Today, I went out to get yet another a/c unit and when I got back I went to pee and the same fucking thing happened! So either a) I have a kidney infection, b) I have kidney stones, or c) god hates me. I think it might be c. Who knows, maybe he just hates my kidney. It's an atheist, you know.

So, my plans for tonight are to drink all of the club soda in the universe and pop ibuprofen like it's candy. I made an appointment with my doctor tomorrow so that he can make me pee in a cup and look for bacteria. Here's hoping I just get to be on antibiotics for a while and not pass a fucking stone through my urethra!

babbled by Kat @ 11:40:00 PM | |

Tuesday, July 11, 2006


A year has gone by since Keith died. There's still an element of disbelief for me - sometimes it's hard to wrap my head around the fact that he's gone, much less the fact that it's been an entire fucking year.

I've spent that year growing closer to some really amazing people. Spending time with people I love. With people he loved. I think about him every day.

I miss you, Keith.

He would so kick my ass for crying right now, though.


Two years here, seven years there, three more over there. Chunks of time, faded memories. New neighborhoods become old stomping grounds, and them I'm gone. Faces I'll never see again. Hands never to be held again. Tactile sensations that still play with my nerve endings. Scents that tap me on the shoulder in the street. Was that her? Emotions informing dreams. A dull, muted sadness, pushed down, push back, pushed away, buried. Lives touched, lives changed, lives lived. Voices I will never hear again. And that breaks my heart. Keep moving.

babbled by Kat @ 9:54:00 AM | |

Thursday, July 06, 2006

Lady luck never smiles:

Some say I have been listening to far too much arena rock these days. I would tend to disagree. Bring on the Def Leppard, the Journey, and yes, even the goddamned Bon Jovi. I will rock right the fuck out to that shit.

It is buttfuckishly hot here in L.A. and I long for the beautiful, air-conditioned apartment I have in NYC. Not that I don't like it here - far from it, I love my roommate and our sevenbillion cats and our freakish ability to consume more liquor than our combined body weight - but I hate being hot. An example: last Friday night we played poker in our kitchen, which was not air conditioned and therefore caused me to sweat like R. Kelly in a schoolyard, and I won $30. Last night we played poker in a casino, which was gloriously air-conditioned and had the added bonus of semi-skanky cocktail waitresses bringing me drinks, and I won $500. Honestly, I don't know if it had anything to do with the air conditioning, but my astrologer neighbor said that Jupiter went direct last night after being retrograde or underground or upside-down or something, and this was supposedly really good for my sign's financial outlook in the next few weeks. That, coupled with the largest gambling win I have ever had in my life, has made me sort of halfheartedly believe that I may or may not be on a slight lucky streak, so I will be purchasing several lottery tickets this evening. Those of you who know me really, really well (wink, nudge) will know just how hilarious that really is.

God, I hate summer. Thank goodness I have my friends Steve Perry, Richie Sambora, and my one-armed pal Rick Allen to keep me company as I seek refuge from the heat in a bathtub full of ice cubes and vodka (keeps the skin supple). Otherwise I think I'd go mad.

babbled by Kat @ 6:39:00 PM | |