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[Apr. 19th, 2006|10:29 pm] |
haha i just dyed my hair like cruella devil and it looks phenomenally hilarious.
that is to say, i look like an ex-punk having a mid-life crisis.
which i kind of am! haha! |
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[Mar. 26th, 2006|07:22 pm] |
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i just had my first nosebleed, ever, and i feel kind of let down, because i was always jealous of my nosebleeding friends, but apparently they're really just kind of annoying and not so epic and life-changing. oh well. |
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| a list of things i've been meaning to say. |
[Mar. 6th, 2006|05:16 pm] |
1. Leftover Crack sent me a myspace message (maybe they do this to everyone, i do not know) and i keep remembering it and for a second feeling like a 13 year old girl at a Bush concert circa 1997, and then feeling like a 20 year old who is laughing really hard.
2. Fifteen is a totally amazing band. I really hope that i can pace myself and get into one mid-nineties legendary punk band every six months, as this will keep me really happy for a really long time. you say i'm behind the times, i say this is my plan for eternal youth. Crimpshrine, you're next, buddy.
3. i got a new bike and I love it and can't wait to ride it around without my face freezing.
3a. i just realized the window is open and i am not frozen, which makes me kind of not feel like i'm dying anymore.
4. i want to get a tattoo and i have part of it planned out, but i'm not that into my drawing style. anyone who draws me a very young sprouting seedling type thing gets considered. drawing for me is a really good investment for when i am a famous shin/calf model and you can say you knew me when, and drew that.
5. pie and burritos are what's needed to win my heart, really. |
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| NYC: i been robbed. |
[Dec. 21st, 2005|12:51 am] |
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bike thieves get to go to a special part of hell, but the ones that steal my shitty conversion from a sea of spanking new treks locked with pencil-thin cable locks, on the one day that i can't just do the subway ride of shame but instead get to do the freezing cold walk of shame... fhjasdlhafjksd.
stolen from 13th street and 5th avenue in front of parsons.
anyway, so y'all can keep them peeled:
black motobecane grand jubilee, with red accents. 53cm-ish.
converted to fixed.
chopped and flipped bars with white tape. white tape that is ripped to shit around the curves because i wiped out like whoa today on a puddle of... soap?
clips and straps. 39x15.
now for the super identifiable details section:
the front wheel is out of true... i trued my first wheel today! and i did an okay job, as post-crash it was pretty terrible, and i made it better, but also worse in a way because i had to use vice grips before i got my hands on a spoke wrench (i am such a special kid, i know this now) so it's got some UNNATTURALLY stripped nipples. they look like they got chewed on.
the top tube braze-ons are filed off. the downtube braze ons.... one of them is partially filed off and the other one is still intact. i got lazy. who knew this would be an identifiable detail.
on the electrical tape front... theres a red skull on one side of the seat tube, and a red heart on the other side. theres also a strip of red tape sort of candycane striped around the top tube, because i took it off of something then wrapped it around there for a minute and forgot about it.
i feel like a bad mom for never putting it on fixed gear gallery, and i weirdly don't seem to even have any pictures of it. this one's pretty much a dead ringer though, save for the bars. http://www.fixedgeargallery.com/2004/d/sip.htm
if someone tries to sell this to you, pick it up for me, would you? or just u-lock it and the motherfucker to a no parking sign, and i'll deal with them both myself. thanks guys.
-kate
kate dot garaufis atatatatatat gmail dooooooooooot com |
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| it's getting hot (and wet) in hurrrr |
[Oct. 20th, 2005|06:17 am] |
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so, an hour ago, we realized that not only is tonight the first night the radiators had been on in our apartment, but the livingroom one SPEWS BILLOWS OF STEAM. and it won't turn off even if you turn the thing. It is like the rainforest cafe except it still exists and with puddles collecting on the ceiling. which i'm going to mop now. i LOVE college. |
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[Oct. 6th, 2005|01:43 am] |
| [ | music |
| | world inferno friendship society - paul robeson | ] |
i haven't touched this motherfucker in months, so it must mean i'm supposed to be writing a paper!
i am shockingly inept at school lately, which is unsurprisingly wack for someone who continues to talk so much shit about people who waste my time with bullshit at school. i keep saying i want to run away and join the circus but it's been pointed out that i haven't any circus skills, so maybe i subconsciously mean i want to run away and become a rock star. except i can't fucking run anywhere because my limbs all feel like stupid overdone noodles because i think my brain is dripping corrosive shit all over them.
this is an interesting stream-of-consciousness (i obviously don't know what that means, you see!) moment of self-discovery, because who knew i was feeling this melodramatic? i thought i was just trying to avoid writing about the Cassini-Huygens space mission. i had to look up the name of the mission i'm writing a paper on, just now. that's not the best sign. i've been sleeping a lot lately but still feeling tired, maybe i should stay up until i get that awesome paranoid twitch action going on. maybe i won't sleep tonight. i have to babysit tomorrow evening, and we all know twitching paranoid childcare is the best kind! i have really never seen a cat so obviously trying his hardest to stay awake as stuart is right now. oh stuart the cat, you are going to join me on my descent to madness.
is there anyone who reads this that is stoked to learn that i am basically BFF with daphne rubin-vega now? that's entirely untrue, but she did call me baby a bunch of times, plus we did some weird acting warmup exercises or something, weird throat noises. you see, it was a fake pep rally, and i was in the marching band, and we all drank tiny cans of champagne with juice box straws on the side. this would have been the best dream EVER, but since it was in fact some kind of reality, it was only okay.
hahahhahahaha fuck a life update. |
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[Jul. 16th, 2005|11:58 pm] |
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i think mike teavee stole my identity but i mean i guess that's fine, because he knows a lot about science. |
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[Jun. 18th, 2005|02:10 am] |
i am pretty sure mr. and mrs. smith has everything i need in a film, or really, in a life. snark, passive agression, monogamy, explosions, sexually charged glances. also, the addition of sparxx alcoholinated energy drink couldn't have hurt.
speaking of passive agression, it appeared that we ran out of Q-tips, so after waiting like 2 days in vain for somebody else to replenish them, i went to costco and bought enough to last me my entire life. but, i came home to the little q-tip container (which we put the Q-tips from the big container into a handful at at time) with like maybe 20 Q-tips in it. but a big box nowhere to be found. this confirms the paranoid thought i had in passing, which was "i didn't think that big box was empty, i wonder if someone took it and hid it." i feel that maybe it's weird to post about this but everyone is asleep and i don't know where to turn. oh livejournal, you're the one thing less proactive than grabbing a golf club and running outside in one's underwear. |
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[Apr. 6th, 2005|08:59 pm] |
so yesterday i got the mental image of my mom playing a keytar.
because she called me on the phone while she was playing the keytar.
i just thought i'd pay it forward and give that same pleasure to you fine people. |
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| ON MY STEREO yeah yeah yeah yeah yeaaaaaahhhh |
[Mar. 29th, 2005|11:10 am] |
| [ | music |
| | rancid - roots radicals | ] |
the cat escaped, from the entire building somehow, for three days, AND I FOUND HER. how does that happen even.
also editing a website that was made entirely in dreamweaver is like teaching calculus to a snail. and i don't even know calculus so that is saying a lot!
also rancid is literally the only thing on earth that can get me to do work. also does anyone like let's go better than ...and out come the wolves? because i think i might, which i feel is kind of weird. |
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[Mar. 7th, 2005|12:48 pm] |
a few points:
i <3 thomas paine.
the first day of teeshirt sunny bike riding of the year is enough to make me not want to die.
edit:
SORAYA FOUND MY PHONE! BEST DAY EV0R! |
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[Feb. 21st, 2005|11:45 pm] |
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i just had a weird episode where i decided to ride my (well, fran's) bike down flatbush to get emergency cheesecakes at Junior's, but it was tasty and worth it, in addition to being made all the more amazing by the dude in front of popeyes who said to me "Ride on, sister", with a raised fist and everything. excellent. |
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[Feb. 16th, 2005|12:29 pm] |
dear fran,
since i don't care whether you turn your music down or not, i will obviously never put pants on.
L.Y.L.A.S,
kate
p.s. stop trying to watch me get dressed pervert. |
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[Dec. 27th, 2004|03:55 pm] |
you know how in nerdy videogames, you always like go up to people and "talk" to them, which makes them give you a mission?
well, last night, a waitress brought me, lee, and misko HALF OF A CAKE and told us we had to eat it as fast as we could, because otherwise she would get fired! which was sort of like that.
also, having real hippies around to make fun of is amazing. not that they weren't nice. but. amazing.
i really fucking enjoy these friends of mine. |
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[Dec. 14th, 2004|12:18 am] |
kim deal will always have my heart in the palm of her sweaty, pick-holding hand.
swoon. |
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[Dec. 2nd, 2004|08:00 pm] |
i cannot find a fucking pick, which is sad because i stopped wearing my pick necklace like last week.
just goes to show that i should NEVER DO ANYTHING DECISIVE. |
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[Dec. 1st, 2004|10:55 am] |
the nice thing about having zero faith in your abillity to do something is that when you figure out a tiny portion of it, you run from room to room in your underwear screaming "Eureka!"
well, i do, anyway.
watch out, sharedObject. you are on my LIST now buddy. |
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[Oct. 28th, 2004|03:30 am] |
i am sure that i was going to post something interesting that would make you jealous of how cool i am.
but instead.
oh also cute boy who got me into the against me show for free hi lets get married okay bye. |
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