Monday, August 21, 2006
L.A. roomie and I have been totally hermiting it up lately. We like hiding out in our cave-rooms with our respective room air conditioners blasting and watching marathons of I Love the 70s on VH1. We did take a little field trip on Saturday so I could get a steakwich, though. Yum.
Afterwards, I went and purchased a nice, small carry-on that will accommodate one work outfit, a pair of shoes, and my camera. I have to check my regular suitcase because I'm bringing SUPER DANGEROUS STUFF like shampoo and sunscreen, and if they lose my checked bag I don't want to have to show up to client sites wearing my travel uniform of jeans, flip flops, and a West Memphis Three tshirt. I haven't checked a bag for a domestic flight in over 2 1/2 years. Now, due to the fact that I have to check my toiletry items, I have to add at least an hour and a half of extra travel time to every flight I'm on to comply with the "security" measures that the completely inept DHS and TSA have foisted upon the traveling public. Sure, I could buy crap in every city I go to and then discard the partially used items when I leave, but that's extremely wasteful and I don't want to fuck the environment in the asshole just because the government is fucking me in mine.
I think I'm going to send the Department of Homeland Security (which is the fucking lamest name I've ever heard for a government agency) a bill for the luggage. And I might fill my carry-ons with dildos that have condoms and lube on them. Hey, TSA, if you want to confiscate them, GO AHEAD. But you have to pick them up yourself.
babbled by Kat @ 10:42:00 AM |
Friday, August 18, 2006
Built for two:
Since I got the fabulous bike for my birthday, I decided that I should maybe learn to ride again. Considering that I haven't ridden a bicycle since my life partner was born (yes, I am robbing the cradle), I am a little concerned about just strapping on a cute pink helmet and taking to the streets of New York. So, logic would dictate that the best thing for me to do is... buy another bike in L.A. so I can practice here. Therefore, I went to the bicycle shop yesterday and got an Electra Townie. This bike is really neat because the seat is low and back a little from the pedals, so when you are stopped you can plant your feet flat on the ground. I think this is a good idea for people like me who are balance-challenged. I still can't keep it upright, but hey. I'm trying.
This week I am working from home and trying to catch up on all of my administrative bullshit. I really, really need a personal assistant to do all of my expenses and stuff for me, and to write reports for me as I dictate them. Then they could yell at the software when it blows up and makes them lose their work, and I could lounge around eating bonbons. Any takers?
babbled by Kat @ 1:45:00 PM |
Wednesday, August 16, 2006
Birthdays, boobs, and cupcakes:
This week/weekend was so fucking awesome. I had two birthday parties, which included this cake on Wednesday and many many cupcakes on Saturday. I got to give people presents, kiss the cutest baby ever, get a pedicure, and eat cupcakes and ice cream with impunity! I also got many presents from lovely people who came to our party. And we got to spend time with people we don't get to see nearly enough, which is the best present ever.
In addition to all the lovely gifts from all the hot people (THANKS EVERYONE!), my lover and I showered each other with gifts all weekend, and it was fantastic. I got the best bike ever for my birthday! I squeaked, even. Now I just have to relearn how to ride a bike. I heard this rumor that you can't forget how to do it, but I forget what I had for breakfast on a regular basis, so this whole "riding a bike" thing might prove a challenge. A challenge I intend to accept, because my bike is PINK, goddammit.
Oh, and there were many, many boob photos taken at our birthday party. Clothed, to your chagrin, but cleavage abounds. I know you're on the edge of your seat waiting to see them.
babbled by Kat @ 12:02:00 PM |
Tuesday, August 08, 2006
I am about to regale you with a tale of the inner workings of my reproductive system. If you don't want to read about that, you should skip this entry. That said, you really should, because it's not uterme, it's uterus.
I went to the doctor a couple of weeks ago due to the
plague bladder infection I had, and he gave me a standard exam as well, including an ultrasound. The ultrasound showed that the lining of my uterus was really thick - not surprising given that it was about a week before my period, but thicker than is generally considered normal. So, I went back today because the lining is at the thinnest point it will be this month, and it's easier to see if there's anything else going on all up in this piece.
Turns out that I have a big ol' fibroid! (Actually, it's either a fibroid or a polyp - more on that in a minute.) It's sitting right smack in the endometrium, so it's probably what causes the extremely hardcore periods I've been having for the past few years. (Yes, years. I have an XXXTREME fear of gynecologists.) Anyway, next week I go back to have a hysteroscopy, where they stick a camera up in my uterus and take a closer look to see if it's a fibroid or a polyp or an alien spacecraft. I am going to make them print me out a copy of it so I can scan it and you can all share in my joy and view the shiny insides of my womb. Aren't you excited?
By the way, I named the fibroid Fred.
babbled by Kat @ 5:58:00 PM |
Monday, August 07, 2006
Sugar sweet sunshine:
I have been awash in a sea of consumerism the last couple of days. Thursday night, I went to Munky King's website and bought three prints, despite the fact that their store is less than 2 miles from my apartment. Yesterday, I went up to Pasadena twice, acquiring some makeup, a purse, three tops, some comic books, some paint and other art supplies, and two pillows. (I also managed to get out of Target without spending $200 or more, which is a rare occurrence.) Then, I went online and purchased another cute as fuck sweater, more art supplies, a necklace, and some sound isolating earphones. You might think that $139 is a lot to pay for earphones, but when you fly 150,000 miles a year and the last 10 transcontinental flights you have been on have included screaming toddlers within a 4 seat radius, you will pay good money to have all external sounds blocked so that you can listen to "Holy Diver" and "Straight Outta Compton" in peace and without interruption.
During the evenings this week, I will be enjoying several DVDs that I have been neglecting and quite possibly painting something, even though I have yet to figure out how to light my painting space. But I really, really, really want to create something right now, so I will figure it out. Speaking of which, I got some prints in the mail of an image I shot in Germany and it is fucking phenomenal. Also on my to-do list: upload all of the images from Ireland as well. Someone needs to buy me the Getting Things Done book for my birthday. Fuck.
Speaking of my birthday, my lovarrrr (we're pirates, yarr) and I are having a joint birthday party in NYC because our birthdays are one day apart. Isn't that so cute that it makes you vomit? Of course, I am 7 years older, so at least I am keeping up with the dirty old lady thing despite my rapid descent into mushy coupledom. Thank baby jesus for that. I was beginning to think that my heart was unblackening.
babbled by Kat @ 3:29:00 PM |