kat’s eye view

Keep your friends close,

and your enemies closer.

*i believe this quote gave birth to a ridiculous word*

.hurt me.

When it comes to sex, women pretty much dominate the game. They can have it whenever, however, with whomever they want (not like celebrities and shit) but you know what I mean. Contrary to popular belief, it is not because men want it more than women, but because, well… that’s life.

I’m sure there are many men out there that are fortunate enough to be in similar situations (not). Go ahead and keep thinking what you want.

My philosophy is to take advantage of this situation.

And by taking advantage, I don’t mean to sleep with every man that comes your way, but to sleep with the men of choice. Be picky, you can afford to be. Size does matter. The motion of the ocean is what men with small tools say, and upon hearing those words, run, fast. If there is an X amount of men out there you can be with on any given night, then why not be with the one that does it the best, or maybe one that tickles your fancy the best?

In my professional opinion, sex is the most satisfying when it is shared between two people that connect on an emotional/mental level even though I have been known to preach that it is just a physical need and humans need to get laid once in awhile to release some tension.

ie: my boss. His out of town gf is now in town and the stick that had been lodged up his ass has magically turned into dust, which he farted out into his office that has subsequently left it smelling like what my co-worker pleasantly described as “rotting milk from a dead cow’s carcass” or something to that effect. (please don’t fire me)

Ok fine, just go get some. Whatever that some may be. Peanut M&M’s anyone?

“I don’t know what I’ve done,

Or if I like what I’ve begun,

But something told me to run,

And honey you know me it’s all or none”

Missy Higgins - Where I stood

Every morning, I go through the same shower ritual. The only variety in these series of actions is the different scents I choose to mix and match between my shampoos and soaps. If you’re anything like me, your rain room resembles the shampoo/conditioner aisle at RiteAid.

On this particular day (today) I decided to mix my flowery smelling shampoo with my fruity body wash. As soon as the fragrant peach/jasmine scent hit my nose and sent signals to my brain, I got nostalgic.

Traveling down memory lane while standing in the same place, I realized how annoyed I was. Scents that trigger irrelevant memories are not welcomed during my alone time.

If anyone wants to annoy me on occasion, tell me you like a certain scent, or better yet one of my perfumes. And a long time later, after you are gone and out of my life, I will remember you, just the way I imagine you to be.

My fear
is in getting to know you.
For in those moments of conversation
when I begin to see you more clearly,
I may discover I am not
the loving person I imagine myself to be.
Not loving. Me. Now I’ve said it.

My safety
is my silence and quiet refusal
to stand beside you when you need me or I need you.
I hold my breath tightly, silently,
trying to stop love from moving through me,
giving trouble a solid place to stand.
Forgetting that, like water,
love moves through all things.
Like the tides, it washes over dry souls who wait.

If I could have one thing,
just one thing different,
it would be to touch that stone-cold part of my soul
and give it light.
To walk, wet and shivering,
out of the river of fear
with a heart that no longer needs to hide.

-William Stafford

.you.

j. legend - take me away

BTW: I want this one. CHOEBAMA!

David Choe is an artist that currently resides in San Francisco, you might have seen his work out and about. I’ve seen the huge whale he spray painted on the wall along the 110 fwy in LA, but I could be delusional and saw things that I didn’t actually see.

He uses different mediums for his art, such as oils, water colors, acrylics, blood, urine, coffee, soy sauce, as well as being the craziest graffiti artist I know.

Here is some of his work:

You might have seen some of his stuff in the video game Need For Speed 2. If you go to a certain level, you can unlock his car. A robot drawing turned into shirt was sold at Giant Robot, as well as his books and etc.

(I have this shirt somewhere)

He’s also painted a room in Hotel des Arts in San Francisco. I would love to be elevated and just stare at the walls. I think that would be a very good day. A couple of other artists that have contributed to this art inspired hotel are, Shepard Fairy & Tricia Choi, Punkadelik, and Chor Boogie & Maya Hayuk, go to the website to see the complete list of artists and rooms.

(David Choe’s room #304)

This is a total “I heart David Choe” blog, yea yea, but he’s a mutha-fucking badass and I <3 him for that. He’s the bad boy that I would never bring home to momma, but love to bring home for the night. I have a thing for guys that are good with their hands. *wink wink*

.me.

The weather’s been cold down here, especially at night, so I put on my favorite (stolen) grey University tee, pull up my flannel pajama bottoms (also stolen) and slip into bed.

(i <3 cold sheets)

By the time I wake up, my pants have escaped my legs! What the hell? 

Have I been having late night trysts where pants are not required? Or, maybe my dreams have been better than I remember. Either way, I find my pajama pants bunched up on the floor, tangled in my blanket or across the room. (?)

I wish it were warm enough so I don’t have to worry about runaway pj’s.