realization: i have had danfogelberg for a week and a half and he is already one of my most favorite things in the world. (and this came to me while i was re-rolling toilet paper that he’d unfurled.)

Setting: kate is propped up in bed, danfogelberg jumps up and lays beside her.

Kate: [picks up book and begins to read]
danfogelberg: [paws at kate's leg]
Kate: okay seriously, i’m trying to read!
danfogelberg: (with his eyes) no you’re not! [pounces on kate's stomach and starts making biscuits on her]
Kate: okay fine you can sleep on me, but I’m still reading
danfogelberg: [pauses biscuit making to put paw on book and push gently]

 - end scene -

my new furry black roommate:

Pretty sure he is just waiting for me to get a new digital camera so i can post pictures on lolcats or stuffonmycat, the little camera whore.

Honestly though, he is fucking awesome… he’s extremely snuggly and affectionate and loves to give me headbutts whether or not I’m awake.

thx target:

I’m writing this because I’ve had enough alcohol to be in the honest stage.

Up until a few weeks ago I was in this “fuck love” mental state, denying the existence of ‘true love’ and eternal happiness and all of that (basically saying that even if it exists, I want no part of it.) This all stemmed from a series of serious relationships that, for some reason or another, crashed and burned and left me with little in terms of hope or standards. I was pretty much okay with this attitude until just the other day. Since it’s christmas time, my family has gotten together and I’ve been able to talk to one of my cousins who I hadn’t seen in two years. The entire time I’d known him (basically 19 years) he was pretty immature and, at times, fucking annoying (as all teenagers can be.) Suddenly, though, he has become this person who is not only in a committed relationship but engaged for fuck’s sake. I haven’t met his fiance yet, but I’ve heard she’s extremely nice and will fit right in with our strange family. The part I can’t digest is this transformation I see within my cousin. Suddenly he’s talking about saving for a mortgage and how he cooks certain things because of his fiance’s health problems.

It’s extremely sweet – this caring, concerned, mature young man – but it’s somewhat jarring compared to what I am used to. It has shifted my own life view and priorities. I, myself, was engaged for over a year just ten months ago but that relationship was nowhere near this healthy and loving. Suddenly, I am envious and want someone that I can worry about, and who worries about me. I don’t necessarily want a mortgage or kids but I find myself craving that feeling of utter commitment and unabashed love. It’s so unlike me that I am having a difficult time coming to terms with it. Something about someone nearly my age finding what seems to be a storybook relationship that just knocks me off balance. The point is – I’m incredibly happy for my cousin and I wish the absolute best for the two of them… (and if nothing else, I wish they could know that they have given me hope.)

Hopefully that rant made some sort of sense

My sister and I exchanged Christmas gifts early this year because I got her a movie that she wouldn’t want to watch outside of the holiday season. (It’s not my fault she thinks that Jim Carrey’s version of The Grinch.. is better than the cartoon original.)

She gave me a $20 PetSmart giftcard which I was pretty pumped about. Today, Mom and I went to use it and I came out with a litter box with scoop, flushable hippie-cat litter, and a bright red harness and leash. You may be asking, “but Kate, you don’t have a cat… do you?” And I would answer: No.

Not yet, anyway. BUT in just a few short weeks I will return home from Christmas break and one of my coworkers will deliver to me a new furry black family member… I could not be more excited. This will be the first pet I’ve ever owned by myself and the first cat I’ve had since second grade. I already have organic cat treats and a few cute toys… the little guy is going to be more eco-friendly than I am. While I have not met him yet, my coworker says he’s awesome – likes to cuddle and go on walks, is pretty easy-going, and is already neutered. Yippee!

For now, I shall wait patiently, twiddling my thumbs while researching the best cat food or something.

[an excerpt from a take-home final on what feminism means to me...]

(ALSO:)
Feminism is an all-encompassing term that
describes the fight of all people to be free from
oppression, whether based on sex, gender, class,
race, sexuality, religion, upbringing, location…
Feminism is not irrelevant, nor is it dead or
dying.   Feminism may eventually evolve into the
term “humanism,” as long as using that term doesn’t
mask the severity of sexism that still exists everywhere
in all societies.   Feminism is defined by each person,
using a combination of theory, personal experience,
and realistic (or, hell, even idealistic) action.
Feminism makes my life more worthwhile,
and without it I (literally) would not be here.

So it’s a big day in the kate household (of one). Tonight I made dinner in a way that could be loosely referred to as “cooking.”

I will give you a moment to let the hugeness of this fact sink in. While I’m doing so, I will list my usual lunch and/or dinner options:

• Taquitos or pizza rolls cooked in the microwave because the stove takes too long and makes pizza rolls weirdly crunchy
• Chicken flavor ramen noodles, also nuked, mixed with some ranch dressing to make it creamier and more awesome
• Cold bagels dipped in pizza sauce (quite delicious and no preparation necessary. you don’t even need a dish as long as you don’t double-dip)
• Graham cracker sticks dipped in peanut butter (see: advantages listed in previous item)
• A turkey-pickle-cheese-potatochips sandwich… a personal fave.
• Pizza ordered from one of the billion places in town. serve hot or cold the next day …OR
• One of the actually home-cooked leftovers my mom sends home with me – chili, casserole, potatoes, etc. – which are usually gone pretty quickly

As we can see, kate + actual cooking = less frequent than leap years. Tonight, however, I got a wild hair and decided to make Kraft Spaghetti. See below:

My family used to have this when my mom didn’t feel like making something from scratch, which is pretty funny since I considered it to be a big deal to make. I used not only a pot on the stove for the noodles BUT ALSO a bowl in the microwave for the sauce concoction (which I made with the packet mix, tomato paste, water, AND some spice shit.) Why didn’t I cook the sauce on the stove like the directions say, you ask? Because I only have one pot, duh. Plus I had to incorporate my poor microwave in there somewhere, he was getting lonely.

Now I’m exhausted and I think my ramen is winking at me. Don’t worry, delicious sodium-laden “soup”, I will see you tomorrow.

I’m friends on facebook with this couple that I know from the town I used to live in. Evidently they both updated their statuses lately and it was posted on my home page:

[Husband] is wondering why he has to be responsible for EVERYTHING…

[Wife] is bored.

hehe.

Twenty-one years ago, I came flying out of my mom’s vagina and into the world.