December 2009
39 posts
True Story.
So, um, there’s this girl I know. And she was kind of hanging out with this guy. And he told her he was married, but that he and his wife had been separated for a while, and lived in separate houses. And she sort of belived him. And then she found out he was lying. So she confronted him. And he admitted they weren’t really separated. And they weren’t really living in separate...
loveclaire:
Winter comes late and spring comes early to this place. I would drive and drive with you through the cold night air, our breath crystallizing in the moonlight before us, and we sat on dark lake shores and your ran your fingers through my hair; how we restrained ourselves, I don’t know.
Lovely.
There’s no off-street parking where I live, and Monday night is garbage night so I can’t park in front of my house. I have to park across the street. So earlier tonight I think, “You better move your car. You’re in front of the house.” And I find my keys and walk out to my car. And then I open the door and I think, “Wait a minute. You are stupid. It’s not...
I am jealous of your hips. →
Fifteen second clip of my drunk friend playing Sia’s Breathe Me on the piano and me ruining it BECAUSE I AM SO SICK OF THAT SONG.
Dear Self,
Do you really want to be someone’s last resort?
No, you do not.
Get rid of him ASAP, or ELSE.
Love,
Katie
P.S. I MEAN IT I AM NOT MESSING AROUND WITH YOU THIS TIME.
Christmas Spirit
Me: Did you guys put up your tree yet?
Scott: No, not yet.
Me: Well you better hurry. It’s almost Christmas.
Scott: I guess.
Me: We should have a decorating party!
Scott: Lame.
Me: We can make Christmas drinks. I found a good recipe for this Christmas punch - LOTS OF LIQUOR.
Scott: Okay. Yeah, we can do that.
I'm Adding You Bitches to My Ping!
Ping! id: katydidsays
Seriously. There aren’t enough ways to get in touch with you guys, so this is nice.
Gratuitous Paragraph About You Wednesday
So, this is hard. I don’t know what to write. You don’t really want to hear all the boring details that are going to make up my day, do you? Like how I dodged garbage cans and tree branches on the way to work this morning because of some CRAZY wind storm we had last night. And how I’m taking a half day just to have my stupid gas meter read. (Don’t even ask. NATIONAL FUEL I...
I think the cat is chasing a mouse.
No, really. Like, a real live mouse. That’s the only reason Elliotte would ever squeeze his fat ass underneath the couch. Which is where he is right now, going crazy. I CAN HEAR IT RUNNING AROUND UNDER THERE AND EVERYTHING. Great. Now I won’t be able to sleep tonight because whenever the cats catch anything they bring it INTO MY ROOM. Sometimes they’re nice and leave it outside...
Formspring Questions, Part II
Why are you cute?
Why are we not making out right now? Hmm?
I have a crush on you. That’s not a question, so wanna have sex?
Maybe. But not tonight. I’m washing my hair.
Sometimes, I look at your picture and try to figure out what someone said for you to make that face. (Not really a question, just letting you know if you ever catch me staring at your picture.)
I’ve always...
How about...
instead of sending me a note if you think something I wrote is funny you send me naked pictures of yourself instead?
That could totally work for me.
Formspring Questions, Part I
I think you’re very pretty and I know this isn’t a question.
Thank you! I think you’re very pretty, too!
You mentioned getting shitfaced earlier, which we can all appreciate. What’s your poison?
Well, I love vodka. I love lemon drops and lemon drop martinis. I love wine. I like beer, but not dark beer. I am trashy and drink Bud Light.
if fidel castro asked you to...
I love these things.
Um, for the most part anyway.
Ok, so. Ask me anything.
In case anyone missed it...
I want to send you bitches Christmas cards.
If you want one, send me an e-mail at katie.fish@gmail.com.