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Kathy

I am here for Dating and Friends

About Me

My secret superpowers include karaoke and snowflake-cutting. Also, because even I can't get enough of me:
www.junk-mag.com www.disinterestandennui.blogspot.com www.zineforaday.blogspot.com

My Interests

A is for always having something to read in my bag. B is for big hair. C is for cookie, that's good enough for me. D is for dogs tied up outside bodegas, which I pet. E is for Elliot Stabler. F is for Foodswings. G is for glasses. H is for handsome fellas, in the hopes that they will rain from the heavens. I is for irrational hatred of Beyonce. J is for Junk. K is for me. L is for Lost. M is for movie theaters + Cherry Coke. N is for no olives, please. O is for opening presents early. P is for picking off my nail polish. Q is for quiet subway cars. R is for Frank Rich. S is for the Sunday crossword. T is for tights. U is for unexpected fun. V is for vacation days watching daytime TV. W is for weekends. X is for cross-looking emoticons and dumb words. Y is for your mom. Z is for your momZ.

Music:

All Replacements, all the time. Except for when I'm at the Levee, in which case the only song I want to hear is "American Girl," by Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers.

Movies:

Ones that include at least three from the following list: blood, teen angst, ghosts, boring towns with quirky people, psychic phenomena, cute boys in flannel shirts, an Alfred Hitchcock cameo, a spunky dame in pearls and gloves, Tim Curry as a butler.

Television:

Lost, Skins, Top Chef, Project Runway, Jeopardy, Wheel of Fortune, Seinfeld reruns only while I'm eating dinner, American Idol only when they get to the top 12, Rock of Love only when you won't judge me.

Books:

Currently Reading: Last Exit to Brooklyn, Hubert Selby Jr.

Heroes:

I prefer tuna melts.

My Blog

Waisted: Bored Games

To this day, when I see a dumpy old guy in a hat, I think George! to myself. This is because the game Guess Who? was a formative childhood experience, one that embedded itself into my cognitive schema...
Posted by Kathy on Wed, 28 May 2008 11:44:00 PST

An Open Letter to Everything

To my darling dearest life lately,You kinda rule.It is Saturday. I am sitting in my backyard. I have a backyard. The neighbors are listening to the Ronettes. I am listening to the Replacements. The co...
Posted by Kathy on Mon, 19 May 2008 08:04:00 PST

Clues and Red Herrings

I don't know what the following list is going to say about me, but for the past two months or so there has been this handful of reoccuring themes in my life that pop up no matter who I am talking to. ...
Posted by Kathy on Mon, 19 May 2008 08:04:00 PST

Waisted: Shorts Stories

I have this thing for cut-offs.  It gets a little warm and, bam, I want to sever the legs of every pair of pants I own.  If I could go through the rest of my life bare-legged and futzing wit...
Posted by Kathy on Wed, 14 May 2008 01:22:00 PST

Bitches, Man. Bitches.

I have never heard the word "dick" used more frequently, at such a high volume, or in such creative sentences about gay lovemaking than I did on the train home the other day. Six skateboarding thirtee...
Posted by Kathy on Fri, 02 May 2008 10:20:00 PST

Waisted: Plateutally Over This

The last vestige of my Catholic childhood that hangs around my adult life(besides the inability to steal anything due to crushing guilt) is the concept of purgatory. A universal waiting room of judgme...
Posted by Kathy on Thu, 24 Apr 2008 12:28:00 PST

Even When I Was 17 / Even When I Was 12

I made a the perfect playlist tonight for all of the things I needed to do: clean the bathroom, make a sandwich for work tomorrow, eat a really good tomato with hummus I bought on sale, and read my bo...
Posted by Kathy on Tue, 22 Apr 2008 08:57:00 PST

Nobody on the Road / Nobody on the Beach

Resort towns are such a romantic mystery to me, although I'm pretty positive I got that impression from the Don Henley song "Boys of Summer." Incidentally, I really hated that song when I was a kid. C...
Posted by Kathy on Fri, 18 Apr 2008 12:43:00 PST

You and I Fall Together / You and I Sleep Alone

Well, here we are again. It’s the middle of the night and I’m so awake it hurts, in my neck and in my bones, and in my eyeballs, and in my jittery legs, and in my lip that I keep biting fo...
Posted by Kathy on Tue, 08 Apr 2008 11:31:00 PST

Sid & Nancy & Me & You & Everyone We Know

The Chelsea Hotel (the Hotel Chelsea? I’m never sure which way is wrong and which way is pretentious) is one of those places that you think you won’t really care about being inside until y...
Posted by Kathy on Tue, 08 Apr 2008 11:25:00 PST