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[16 Apr 2007|10:36pm]

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Bush went to Iraq to look for Weapons of Mass Destruction and all he found was this lousy T-shirt.
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[06 Dec 2005|12:54pm]
your reply: well that sounds super duper
what I think you're reply should have been was: why?

if a FRIEND says they're moving, you ask why; or thats what I ask at least. But wait, I forgot. I'm insane.
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check this shiza out [12 Oct 2005|08:07am]
Why do I always get the weird emails?
Why do I have some moron from Malaysia write me somewhat disturbing letters about how I as an American am an idiot. Trust me, there are many Americans out there that are, but I do not believe I am one. These letters need some definite help when trying to read them. So I just keep it as fan mail. I'll post these letters later.
Then, yesterday I got an email from someone in Nigeria wanting me to falsly represent myself as some next of kin and get 40% of 20 million dollars. My email gets some interesting stuff man.
Then this morning, I get some offline message on yahoo. This I will post.
ghost414 (10/12/05 3:13:03 AM): piety_piety (10/12/2005 10:53:31 AM): The Economic and Financial Crimes Commission estimates that Nigeria's past rulers stole or misused 220 Billion Pounds. This amount is as much as all the western aid given to Africa in almost four decades. "The looting of Africa's most populous country amounted to a sum equivalent to 300 years of British aid for the continent." Source: The Telegragh of London, June 25th, 2005 Have you ever thought of what that money could have done for us over the years? if spent judiciously......Remember that you can contribute to corruption through your actions or inactions..help rid Nigeria of corruption by sending this to as many Nigerians as possible..."you do not have power to change the past but you can influence the future" Our future and the future of our chil

If any of you are too timid out there to write me some twisted little letter, I have definitly had my share of weirdness. I just keep it in mind somewhere, and later dismiss it if I am not shot.

Go ahead, email me. I need some fun.

Many of you might be thinking, "why does she not just delete them?"
For those with that question; I like to bitch. Big suprise.
Skywrite it.
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[05 Jul 2005|09:20pm]
So today I went to work - my purse strap broke - had to run back and forth between two rides, got shit on by a damn bird when going inside to clock out and leave.
All in all shitty day.
Got a ride home from Mom. Mom was in a pissy mood. She stabbed right into me, "did you go to school?" I say No, I dropped my summer classes. She immediantly gets mad. Its not like my money from mr. dubya was there anyway. They sent me the registration date for summer quarter to get me in that quarter. I didnt sign up with fafsa for summer quarter. Anyway, trying to explain this to menopausal out of her mind hormonal mom was hard. Infact shes still pissed off.
We get home. I put my dog out. She goes stomping into her room. I sit outside with my dog. She starts throwing up. I'm like great what fucking else? She ate a hemp necklace the dumb dog. I let her continue doing her business and then she wants inside. I let her in, then start to take off. Didnt get too far, fell going down the stairs and rolled my ankle. NOW I always roll my ankle. I do it at least 3 times a year. It hella hurts, but I'll get over it.
I pick myself up and stagger into the house, and get myself to her room. I ask her to look at my ankle and she snaps "why not go to Lanas?" Now Lana is a neighbor. Becky her daughter is my friend. I take care of her dogs when shes out of town and such. So I state "shes not home, shes with her daughter in Seattle." Shes like "well I'm not home either."
I went to Garys mums house. The last resort I call it. Shes always nice but her house scares me. I did a bitch rant and Garys mum said sometimes people have weird mums. Damn right I say. I came back home, she heard me in the alley. I hear her move in the house to the living room. I sit on the back porch. I hear her move back to her room, I enter the house. She comes in "where'd you go?" I say "you're not home." She says "are you hungry?" I say "no, you're not home." Shes like FINE and leaves the house.
Shes probably over at Tracys house bitching about how ungreatful I am and a horrible daughter I am. Like I care. She does it all the time when shes pissed at me. She did it when she was dropping me off at Earthquake Faces house for her birthday party when we were 16. She went in first to talk to her mom infront of all these people I hardley knew about how I was a horrid person. Well thanks mom I love you too!
I can choose to believe her, or just ignore it. I've chosen the ignoring thing too long. By the end of this summer/fall I am out of here. Don't know where yet, but I think I have to.
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[22 Jun 2005|11:24pm]
I moved on to myspace, although I will post stuff on here. I haven't really posted much on there, but I need an excuse for not even updating here. So there it was. And now that you are wise to my excuse for not updating, please hate me.

Hate me because I am not standard.

lots of love & unprotected sex (as Kaiti used to say),
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Random Morning Thoughts [11 Jun 2005|09:07am]
I wish I didn't feel like shit.
I want to maim whoever gave me this damn cold.
I would have liked it if my lovebird didn't fly in and gave me a rude awakening by screaming and then jumping onto my pillow and sitting under my nose.
I should go brush my hair, since its all knotted up.
For two days now my jaw won't stop popping. Its annoying.
I have to work today.
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[07 Jun 2005|02:12pm]

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[25 May 2005|12:11pm]
Retarded, desperately seeking vagina, men from other countries.

mkasassbeh: hi
vandalistpunk: hi
mkasassbeh: hi
mkasassbeh: asl
vandalistpunk: 87,f,wa
vandalistpunk: u?
mkasassbeh: 87
mkasassbeh: still alive
vandalistpunk: yea
mkasassbeh: r u sure
mkasassbeh: ?u must be kidding
vandalistpunk: no
vandalistpunk: 87
mkasassbeh: 87 year old
vandalistpunk: uhuh
vandalistpunk: I'm a foxy grandma
mkasassbeh: plz let me chat with ur doughter
vandalistpunk: is it an emergency?
mkasassbeh: plz
vandalistpunk: do you have man goo that needs released?
mkasassbeh: ya
mkasassbeh: it is
vandalistpunk: my daughter is 52
mkasassbeh: oh
mkasassbeh: plz
mkasassbeh: y
mkasassbeh: this is not my day
vandalistpunk: come on, they're not that saggy
vandalistpunk: and my vagina isn't dragging on the ground


Got a new job. Soon I will not be a "carny" anymore.
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[21 May 2005|06:59am]
[ mood | tired ]

7 am at the bird ladies house

Music is a playing, birds are a screaming. I turned up the music and started singing. Most of the birds started dancing. The cockatoo (Rex) put up his crown/umbrella (whatever you want to call it) and started singing with. I could put the screamers away, but I don't feel like fighting with beaks. Gahh. And this one bird Squidge just LOVES to scare me by jumping onto my head from behind me. He's a smaller bird. Birds are nuts. Nuts nuts nuts.
The Ramones have the birds all quiet.

On Thursday - we had a drama meeting thing where a guy said "Tech isn't something I'm interested in, they don't do anything."
No we only put up with the assistant director screaming at us to where I pretend I can't hear him and lock the door to my soundbooth. I didn't post about that. I'll fill in the holes. Last night of the performance - the assistant director was having a personal conversation on the headset, and for once I was listening to the headset. Well I was in the actors dressing room listening with everyone else.
"I'm tired of picking all the slack from props. I've been picking up the slack from lights, sound (me), blahblah blah."
I walked over to the thing and said something like "we've all been making sacrifices for the show and it's the last night. Get over yourself."
He says "who is this? Identify yourself."
I say "a monkey," and walk out to join Rachel and Crystalina to smoke. I get back inside and go up to my sound room where Tina stops me, the lady on lights to tell me he was yelling from the audience to turn/cut Johnny Cash off and play what I was supposed to play when guests were walking in. Now he's the same guy who doesn't like Queen - Bohemian Rhapsody (Another chapter to this story but I'm leaving it out). Everyone else was fine with Johnny Cash, the actors were all relaxing, the director didn't mind it, we were all relaxing. I scream from behind the glass "I will but I can't do that if you're yelling at me and I'm responding like this." He continued to scream so I scream, and Tina had the headset on "GET OFF MY ASS YOU'RE NOT MY BITCH." He started coming up towards the sound booth where I run and lock myself into it. He comes to my door and tries to open it and then slams his fist at it. "LET ME IN" I say "I'm changing my music and adjusting the board." He leaves, and I ask Tina where he left to. Needless to say the director/teacher Ron came up and said "I've been told you're having an attitude problem." I say "Ron you've known me for a year now, I don't have an attitude people. I just strongly don't like some people."

End of that story & the beginning to the story of the cast party.

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[20 May 2005|06:39am]
[ mood | 23 - Rex typing, but I'm good ]

So I'm staying at the bird ladies house until Sunday. Big birds who talk and can be snotty. Fun times. So I was just trying to make one do her infamous baby cry, she started, then Rex who is sitting on my knee started laughing. I must get my camera and take pictures of the monsterss.

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[19 May 2005|08:00am]
I had a weird dream.


I dreamt the toilet bowl at home was overflowing. Not like onto the floor or anything, but was just really full. So I took the plunger to it and like heads of brocolli came flying out. That is when I woke up.
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[12 May 2005|12:43pm]
My wee little friend Con, died yesterday.
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[03 May 2005|09:48am]
something to read:

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[24 Apr 2005|08:57pm]
In May I'm supposed to be watching this ladys birds, like BIG FUCKING BIRDS. I don't like the big ones. I just got bit by one of her african grays. Grrr. Thanks mom for volunteering me!

News with mom and me:

My mom woke me at 3am screaming at me about not having the heating pad on Saturday. She was the last with it with her arm and shit. Raa. Anyway, I was up from 3am and on. Had like 2 hours of sleep. Later that morning she had me set some traps which kept snapping on my fingers and stuff. Frustrated and wanting to sleep. I was then on my way to work but first to pick up some stuff at the library for this play I'm working on. At the library I slammed the car door shut on my finger. My right ring finger. How the hell, why? I don't know. It felt great. The door shut completely. I ran back into the library leaving a non stop blood trail into the bathroom to put my hand under cold water. Paramedics and stuff came into the restroom. It all happened so quickly. Make a stupid dumb long story short - my nail was ripped partially off and the tip broken.

Fantastic. I love being a loser.
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[20 Apr 2005|09:02pm]
I like Dicks.
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[18 Apr 2005|10:06pm]
I have purpley pink weird hair la la la. It got some serious stares today la la la. I also have tickets to MSI la la la.
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[18 Apr 2005|12:36pm]
Ron, the director of Meanwhile Back on the Couch as well as theatre teacher, made my day a ton easier! I am here on his computer in his office, where my cooleditpro is still installed as well as some of the sounds I brought from home LAST YEAR! Radddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddd My day just totally has rocked so far.
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[18 Apr 2005|12:30pm]
yeah ok. I didn't get it. I went to the parlor, the guy said he was open at 1:30. I was there at that time, waited around for a half an hour, then got bored and went to work where my supervisor said to go ahead and clock in early. My supervisor sorta scares me. She let me sit around the break room, on THEIR time, with her, two other co-workers, and a security guard. I was a little nervous. Wouldn't you be expecting the other shoe to fall? "Hey guess what Kat, you're fired. HAHAHAHAHA!"
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[22 Feb 2005|11:01pm]
[ mood | uffinmay.inchingpay ]

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Henry Rollins - Inhale/ Exhale [18 Feb 2005|07:32pm]
Inhale / resolve
Exhale / ambition
Inhale / all I need
Exhale / all I want
Inhale / love of life
Exhale / fear of death
Inhale / power
Exhale / force

I have all I need
I can live without

Inhale / tolerance
Exhale / judgement
Inhale / what I am
Exhale / what I think I am

Inhale / fact
Exhale / assumption
Inhale / what I want to be
Exhale / how I want to be seen
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