kathryntact: (Mmm.  Shoes.)
I think it's important to note that eight people checked that they would rape me.

That is all.
kathryntact: (psychotic bastard religion!)
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kathryntact: (blinkin' kitties)

Hints, tips, tricks for moving?
Hints, tips, tricks for moving in with someone?
Hints, tips, tricks for moving in with someone when you've never co-habitated previously?
Also in the realm of random advice, I'm going to the stylist on Friday.  I'm going to get the mop trimmed and my "bangs" cut a bit, but other than that I'm retaining the mop in all its glory.  Do I want to get it colored?  I'm on the fence.  Low-lights?  High-lights?  All over darker?  All over lighter?  Suggestions?
I've been making a ton of decisions lately.  I think I may be out-decision'd at this point.
kathryntact: (blinkin' kitties)
K:  Can you at least make it strong?

M:  I'll make it as strong as my pimp hand.
kathryntact: (Godkitty Rawks!)

My life is full of the awesome:
1.  Star Trek kicked ass.
    1a.  My evil wonder twin saw it today, too.  In the name of cosmic connectionz, I punish you!
2.  I have a partner who lets me do what I want which always somehow turns into doing what he wants which totally makes me grumble, and feel lucky, and occasionally get effin' scared.
    2a.  It totally pushes my buttons.  And monkeys?  They.Love.Buttons.
3.  I Fed-Ex'd all of my shoes (minus the ones I'll want to wear the next couple of weeks) to NYC.  It's not the entire collection, but it IS chock full of the ones I wear and love the most.
4.  I nearly finished my laundry.
5.  Phil has plane ticket to come to NC on the 22nd.  Except he has no return ticket.  Oh noez, what ever will we do?  I know!  We'll drive HOME together.  Home.  It's a nice thought.
6.  I have arranged to have all of my medical records sent to me in NYC so that when I find a new GI and OBGYN, I'll be prepared.  Because I'm already prepared.  And I have George's vet records, too.
Seven Eight Nine.  EeeEeeeeEEEee!11!1!!!11!
10.  Tomorrow is Mother's Day.  And my mother's birthday.  Please kill me nao.
kathryntact: (blinkin' kitties)
I have had trouble sleeping for a long time.  I fluctuate between not being able to fall asleep, to not being able to stay asleep to waking up early.  The worst is when I'm dealing with all three at the same time.  Last night, after having woken up super early that day and maybe, maybe getting somewhere around 5 hours of sleep the night before, I took xanax. 
The plus side about this is that the last time I actually had to take xanax for an anxiety attack was in January.  Now?  Now I mainly use it once or twice a month when I really, really feel the need for a super long, super dead-like night of sleep.
I arrived home from my last local munch last night and decided it would be a good idea to drug-2-sleep.  The munch was a lot of fun.  And my super-sekrit secondary munch was even better.  I invite a select group of people to go get ice cream after the actual munch.  I always make the invitations personally, and it's always kept very quiet.  I passed on the invite-torch to a friend who I think will continue the tradition of exclusivity to awesome folks.  Apparently, I've left my very own legend, but that is neither here nor there.
I called Phil when I got home and we chatted for a while.  And I was expressing my happiness over the fact that I so rarely take xanax now.  Then I believe I mumbled something along the lines of, "Yeah, it's like you're my own personal xanax.  Your pores leak a similar chemical compound.  So when I need to relax or go to sleep, I just lick your armpit."
He laughed, and said he was my own prescription.  I asked who had prescribed it.  His response?
Dr. FeelGood, of course.

the girls

May. 8th, 2009 05:56 pm
kathryntact: (leap kitty)
I have had the same two best friends for years, [livejournal.com profile] recursivesteph  for twenty and T for sixteen.  [livejournal.com profile] recursivesteph  is getting married in August, and I cannot wait to stand up for her and beside her.  I already have my toast written in rough draft form so high is my level of woo-hoo.  I also am excited for her and [livejournal.com profile] boymeat  to finally meet.  They will adore each other, of that I have no doubt.
T is pregnant with her fourth child, a little girl to add to her current posse of three sons and one husband.  She's doing very well, and I had a chance to see it for myself when we went out on Tuesday night.  It was the first time in a long time that we were together without the kids as her mom offered to baby-sit.  Go mom!
We had a leisurely dinner and then went shopping.  I helped her pick out a fabulous dress for a wedding rehearsal she's going to today.  Want to hate her?  It was a size two, and she's six months pregnant.  It's all about the genes, babies.  I was looking at a skirt when she hopped on the escalator, one of only two in this tiny town.
T:  I'm going down!
Me:  If you had gone down, you wouldn't be in the state you are in now.
We laughed and then went to get ice cream cones.
kathryntact: (cake or death!)

You ever look around you and realize that your societal norm levels are super way higher than the majority of people you hang out with?
Somehow, I've become the straight man.
Which is awesome.
Cause I'm not straight.
Or a man.
kathryntact: (ohnoz)
[livejournal.com profile] boymeat  and I had dinner with [livejournal.com profile] rogueboi  last night.  [livejournal.com profile] rogueboi  is my evil wonder twin of glory, and we are going to wreak havoc upon this fine city with lots of neon green and pink matching outfits.  Glitter included, of course.

We had Cuban.  I had pork.

And then came home and vomited.

Obviously, I have swine flu.

In other news, I spent the beginning of the day handing out my resume to orthodontists in the upper west side.  I have a couple of what I hope will turn out to be really good bites.  They seemed very interested and that's a good thing.

I didn't get lost, and I am starting to get a bit more feel for the area.

Which should serve me well ... until the swine flu gets me in which case it won't matter anymore 'cause I'll be dead.*/**

(*My mother actually sent me an email telling me to be careful of the pig-cold because of my immune system.  Pathetic, and amusing.  All at the same time.)

(**And if I'm dead, that's okay, cause [livejournal.com profile] naylandblake  is a zombie so I'll be able to hang out with him once I kick the bucket anyway.)

go know

Apr. 28th, 2009 04:47 pm
kathryntact: (pigjig)
Oh, look, the swine flu has broken out across the US with a concentration in NYC.

Oh, look, I have a compromised immune system because of the medicine I take for Crohn's disease.

Oh, look, I'm going to move to NYC, catch swine flu and die.

Go know.
kathryntact: (Meow)
So, here's the official unofficial plan for my life for the next five weeks or so ...
Tonight:  Sleep.
April 24 - May 2/3:  NYC
May 4 - May 21:  Little town, NC
May 22 - 25:  The beach
May 26/27: Move to NYC
May 28:  TES
May 29:  I don't know, but if you live in NYC, and we're friends ... hold the date.  Kthanxbai

I'm nervous about a lot of things.  I'm feeling emotions I've never felt previously.  

But when I go to sleep at night, there is an empty spot beside me.  And it doesn't feel right. 

Because it isn't.

I'm both committed to and scared of my decision.  That annoying little question of ... "well, it's so very great.  so, now what am I going to do to fuck it all up?"

Then I remembered my partner is [livejournal.com profile] boymeat , and if anyone is going to fuck it up -- it's going to be him.

(I just can't get through a sentimental post, can I?  Jeez.)

Srsly though, look out NYC, I'm coming ...

kathryntact: (leap kitty)

Frolicon was the bee's knees and there were a lot of contributing factors.
The people.  Frolicon, as a whole, attracts a wide range of folks, and the majority of them aren't hardcore leather.  It's a nice change of pace.  It's a much more relaxed atmosphere with so many things to do, kink or otherwise.  It's sci-fi, and geek, and trendy alt, and SM.  I adore it.
Specifically, the people I most adore I managed to get a little time with here and there or more.  [livejournal.com profile] boymeat , [livejournal.com profile] lolitasir , [livejournal.com profile] holey1 , [livejournal.com profile] mglthr , [livejournal.com profile] cheshlthr , [livejournal.com profile] taliakit , [livejournal.com profile] dreamertheresa , [livejournal.com profile] nightmareredux , [livejournal.com profile] feyrieprincess , [livejournal.com profile] sirwinterwolf , [livejournal.com profile] souda (!).  [livejournal.com profile] impgrrl  gives the best drive-by hugs (one of these days ...). [profile] ahpook_is_here  is dashing (at one point I considered surprising him and jumping into his lap, but well ... we don't know each other THAT well).  [profile] luckygirl74 was rawkin' the sexy.  [livejournal.com profile] willowrain  and [livejournal.com profile] lzbnangel  weren't seen much during the event, but on Sunday we finally had a little chat time. [profile] i_had_roses  was constant amusing conversation through-out the weekend.  [livejournal.com profile] fetishcuriosity  and I pulled out our TES Fest routine once more and gallivanted about, arm in arm, on Saturday night -- the bunny and the kat.  So many glorious people.
Boymeat's classes were amazing.  Courtesy of [livejournal.com profile] kendell , my yellow bra and panty set for his piss play class was joined by awesome_tastic knee high socks with yellow and red hearts on them.  She wasn't even there but she made her presence known.  Much thanks.  Each of his classes was upped in attendance.  30-40 for piss play, and then 50-60 for flogging but electricity?  90-100.  Such great energy, people excited to learn, and people there just for the show, and oh what a show.
There was kissing, and making out, and hot sex and hot play.  Friday night, it was early, I'm not usually an early player, but we started to play anyway.  "Let's play light", we made a decision.  It lasted less than five minutes.  I was in the zone, he was in the zone, we were in the zone, and it was anarchy.  It was wet, and bloody, and painful, and making-out.  It was challenging for a few minutes, and then brain floating away happiness non-responsive.  We smoked, we set up shop.
He played with others, it was a joy to watch.  It's even more fun when the bottoms are your friends, and they want you there holding their hands for their first time feeling a whip.  [livejournal.com profile] souda , oh what a twisted familial moment.  Her boyfriend is my faux husband, and she calls him Daddy which makes her my daughter, and her [livejournal.com profile] boymeat 's stepdaughter.  She took it so well.  I love how people ride pain, and being close enough to whisper to them, and feel their hot breath in my ear?  Yeah, that works for me.
[livejournal.com profile] dreamertheresa  scared the crap out of Phil and I.  I hope she continues to scare us every time we have a chance to play because yes, yes, and yes again.  I thought I broke her, he thought she had passed out.  [livejournal.com profile] nightmareredux  just laughed at us both as we scrambled before reminding us it's her MO.
I like that in the middle of all the fun and goodness, there can still be moments and that those moments ultimately are dealt with pretty quickly and efficiently.  Contrary to popular belief, we don't see eye to eye on everything.  Most things, the super important things?  Yes.  But sometimes we have to go back and lay a little more groundwork for the future.  So we do so without too much to-do.  We continue to set the precedence, and raise the bar, in our relationship for good communication, compromise, the occasional boundary, and a hell of a good time.
At the very end of the weekend, after most people had left, a very special friend came down to Atlanta to grab lunch with  me.  We haven't seen each other very often lately, but we still talk constantly.  We've both been busy but the lourve is very much there.  It was good to have some face to face time, and we had it over a tasty_licious meal.
I will say [livejournal.com profile] rogueboi 's presence was missed over the weekend but soon we'll live in the same city, and I cannot wait for what is sure to be quite the ensuing shenanigans.
Other than that, I'm a fan of Hotlanta. 
And that's all I got to say about that.
kathryntact: (Aaaaagh)
It's been a fairly long and productive day.  I woke up and with barely any time to blink, I just hit the ground running.  I unpacked the boxes Danny had been storing for me in Charlotte from my condo in Boone.  Then I made breakfast for my one armed mother.  Matzah brie.  It's been so long since I had made it, I was curious if it would even be any good.  It was. 
After cooking, I cleaned all of my bakeware, and started to pack a large Rubbermaid container with the books, media stuffs, sheets and two sets of towels that I will definitely want.  I cleaned my menorah and packed that as well.  I think I ended up with two boxes of books to donate to the library as well as throwing out about four trash bags worth of unsalvageable junk.
So now, I have a carload.  Provided my stepfather's surgery goes well on Wednesday, I'll head up north on Friday or Saturday and spend the week trying to find a job and cleaning/straightening up the apartment.  If there are any other masochists that are bored, and looking for something uber-fun to do, and you want to help me clean -- please, do!  I'm great company.  Really.  And I have a tendency to clean in my underwear.  Srsly though, any help would be welcome.  (If I could drag tinnula up north with me, I would.  I don't think I know anyone as anal retentive or OCD in their cleaning/organizing skills as she is.  She used to berate me until I would let her help me clean my place in Boone when she thought it was getting too dirty.  But she'll be kicking ass at her exams.)
Anyway.  Three parents, four surgeries.  In less than six months.  I can't say I'm particularly pleased at the idea that my parents are starting to fall apart or that my bio-dad has had his first fist fight with cancer but it is what it is, right? 
Also in the realm of junk that I didn't particularly want to deal with is another wedding.  My best friend of 20 years is getting married in August in California.  That's a wedding that I want to attend, and so I will.  And now today it was announced that my cousin is getting married three weeks later in NC and my attendance is required.  So required in fact that in an effort to make sure that I'm there, and Phil too, my mother is footing the bill.  Eh.  The baptist church ceremony followed by the country club wedding.  How nice.
I'm a complainer today.
I still need to make my Frolicon posts.  It really did rawk my socks off, I just need to put that into words.
I feel like I'm biding my time these days.  Ready to move forward but still a little stuck currently.  It's very frustrating in a lot of ways, but there is nothing to do but deal with it.  So I do.
And that's today's mental masturbation.  Thanks for getting off with me.

for realz

Apr. 16th, 2009 04:50 pm
kathryntact: (rice krispies!)
K:  Oh, thank G-d, we get to go soon.

M:  I know.  I've peed so much I could teach one of Phil's classes.

K:  That's so going in my LJ.

M:  Ohhh, we get to go in three minutes and thirty seconds.
kathryntact: (Default)

Friday night turned into the official family and hanger-oners dinner.  See, [livejournal.com profile] boymeat , [livejournal.com profile] lolitasir , [livejournal.com profile] holey1  and [livejournal.com profile] mglthr  are family.  Me and [livejournal.com profile] cheshlthr , we're official hanger-oners.  Not family, but lourved nonetheless for what we bring to the (proverbial) table.  In [livejournal.com profile] cheshlthr 's case, it's Mr. Squirrel.  In my case, it's a fondness for doing really dumb shit at the dinner table including but not limited to ...
Pretending to be Uncle Nay, and trying to take oh so sneaky pictures.  (FTF I might add.  Note to self:  Turn off flash so people don't realize what you're doing.)

(See, she caught me.  Damn it.)
Drinking three huge glasses of water at once, because I was dehydrated.  And then, and only then, realizing I'm sitting in the middle against the wall and getting up to go to the bathroom every three seconds isn't really easy.

Speaking to Sharrin in horribly bad Spanish in a worse (Castillian) accent. 
Managing to get my hands on all  most of the coasters on the table (after we tossed them at each other) and writing on them.

I don't have any random pictures of it, but I sat beside Monica at dinner.  And it was so, so much fun.  She's effin' evil.  But she makes sure you finish all of your potato, including the skin.
kathryntact: (Shuuuuuun)
So, we're on the phone.  And I'm failing at making conversation.  Horribly.  I start to say something, and then I'm like "no" because really I have nothing to say.

Instead, I start to sing.
"I'm a model, ya know what I mean, and I do my little thing on the catwalk."
"Turn, turn."
"It's turn?"
"I'm a model, ya know what I mean, and I do my little turn on the catwalk."
"I can't believe I just corrected you on that song."
"This is so going in my LJ."