AN INCONVENIENT TRUTH

RUN!! DO NOT WALK!!! Go see this movie (or pick up the book if you still read) AS FAST AS YOU CAN!!! It will scare the shit out of you and if you don't leave there wanting to become a better person, there's something really, terribly wrong with you.

An Inconvenient Truth website click here: www.climatecrisis.net

I NEED A JOB

Resume July 24, 2006

Name: Katherine
Occupation: Nerd, Musician, Designer
Skills/Assets: (In order of marketability) sewing, basket weaving, empathy, analytical criticisms (movies, music, art, relationships, outfits, hair-dos), photography, excellent spelling/grammar, sock darning, microwaving, knitting, yoga, Adobe Illustrator and Photoshop, dog walking, pattern design, song writing, typing, list making, errand running, advice giving (and hugs), good phone voice, excellent table manners, brief philosophical musings, blogging, painting (art and drywall), Hallowee'en costume design, open-fire cooking, accents (Italian, Spanish, French, Scottish, Canadian), green thumb, domestic tropical fish expert, literate, extensive record collection, DJing, small (fits into small places, requires little room when seated behind driver), excellent sense of humour, nice, does well with small children and animals, singing, industrial design. References available upon request.

Note: professional endorsements also available. Enquire below.

Do I Look Like A Hooker to You??

So I'm minding my own business, hiding from a party tonight at the Beaver into which my friends had been engulfed, and walking down the Queen west looking into galleries, killing time, hating that I don't feel like being out in public tonight, despite the fact that even I wore a bra AND lipgloss-- when this guy sidles up to me and says: "psst--hey psst" I can't help but look over (you know, what lady can resist a charmer who says "psst"??) and then he says, casually "you workin?" and I'm like "ex-CUSE ME???!!!!" all indignant, as he back pedals away stammering, "oh, sorry, I uh, thought you were someone else." WTF???!!!! Was it the pony tail? The off-the shoulder silver lamay shirt? No wait, I was wearing a pair of those red plastic sandals you get for 1 dollar in China town....You know the ones with the little sequened flowers ...could it have been those??

How is it that a woman walking by herself in the city is suddenly a hooker? Is there something about my face that says, "hmmm, I'm a little low on cash these days...wanna help me out?" I am so insulted. Especially since I was in the shitty part of town, across from the mental hospital in Parkdale, where all the hookers look like they've been hit by busses, more than once. Sheesh, if I'm gonna be mistaken for a hooker, at least let me be mistaken for one of the high class hookers! Call girls, ladies of the night, night walkers.... You know, the classy ones, like the ones that work on Jarvis Street.


Perhaps if I had been wearing what I wore LAST night, when my friends took me to a "Mustach Party" at a gay strip bar (see above photo) I wouldn't have had this horrible, regrettable incident.

Yours, (if you have 50 bucks)
Kat

Monster Couch Eats Blanket, Poodle!!

Thanks Bilaylay! I am glad to be back. Girls, I can't show you a picture of Bilal, (AKA El Guapo) it would melt your heart. This is him, safely covered with a blanket to protect you from his devilish handsomeness...
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YAY! You're back!

Welcome home!!! I can't wait to hear about the life altering experience you had at the textile museum. This is totally nuts, before you sent out your e-mail (I'm back in T.O.) I had a dream that you came back home, from your trip, and visited me at my beach house!? Kooky, eh? Glad your home XOXO.

I heart you, C U soon,
b-

p.s. I bought almond butter... & I'm lovin' it!

Christina Superstar

Christina, to whom I owe my love of Ethiopian food (and many other things), what am I going to do without you? I suppose I am going to buy a microscope so I can see your face reflected in the tiny droplets of humidity in the atmosphere, or perhaps a telescope so I can look way, way up and see you flying around the sky; the world's only real angel. If anyone can, she can. I miss you already.

Lovelovelove

Katey