A lot of my entries are friends-only lately. I'm sure you'll find a way to deal with it.

lost more weight: i'm 114.5 this morning.

woot. thank you GYM!

Dear PersonWhoOpensTheGym:
Hey, what's up? I hope you had a nice morning. It really is nice to sleep in sometimes. I only wish you'd told me you were going to do that today, because I would have slept in too, instead of being at the gym at 5:30 am before work. Maybe you could plan this out better next time.
Regards,
Katie D.

my oldest puppadog got put to sleep today. she was nearly 13.
bawled my eyes out at work. we all knew it was coming, but i wasn't prepared...this morning my mom mentioned it happening on tuesday. then she showed up at my work asking if i wanted to say goodbye. i wasn't ready. she was not doing well, though. she was incontinent, not eating well, and had begun losing weight. she had a tumor on her side, and her hearing was gone. she didn't rush to bring you a toy, a sock, a something when you came in the door anymore. she didn't give kisses anymore.
sometimes i feel guilty because i think i neglected her when the other two pups came into the house.
but we have a lot of memories with her.
lizzy, who tore apart the sofa so we would have one less piece of furniture to move.
lizzy, who wiggled around because she was excited to see you.
lizzy, who still remembered commands from training ten years before.
lizzy, who accepted two smaller dogs into her household.
lizzy, who grew up along with us.
lizzy, the boxer with the floppy ears.

lizzy
17 dec 93 - 24 sept 06

I LOVE SNEAKERSSSSS


caps locck rulz

oh yeah, and i'm goth (a black guy told me so that means it's true)




get ready for my awesome shoe invasion

kara made me order 4 more pairs of sneaks (2 each in 2 different sizes, so i can wear at least one pair and not be disappointed when the arrive and none fit).




ummm i think i have a shoe problem...

I have been working with my sweaty feet in my slip on Vans so much lately that, in addition to the stink, I think mildew started to grow on the soles of my feet. Not even kidding. I googled to see if this could happen, but I didn't come up with anything. Then I scrubbed my feet with a peppermint pumice scrub.
I need the spray they spray in bowling shoes at the alleys...haha.

so tonight the two sets of plans that i had both fell through, but luckily, i got to hang out with elyse and devon for the fourth night in a row. haha.

we went to bertucci's and devon bought the three of us dinner. i got some pizza with eggplant, artichokes, and romas. it was good but my belly was already full of rolls, so i only ate 1.5 slices. i am sure i will eat it tomorrow.

then we went back to their house, where there was still no power. something about it being very hot and crazy winds and things. we called the electric people about ten times, but the man with the very heavy boston accent just kept giving us the same uninformative message. so, we lit a ton of candles and suffered in the heat and darkness.

they gave me devon's old Sidekick II, so now i am super high-tech. i have a phone with a qwerty keyboard, what now, bitch?? this phone has made me stay up way too late tonight. i imported my contacts, but my text messages are still coming in as phone numbers (instead of the contact's name). what's that about?

also, i figured out how to change the times on myspace so that it's EST. not that i had ever tried before, but now i know the actual time when people send me messages and comments. rad.

my mom wants me to take my sister's dentist appointment to go get a filling that i need tomorrow. ew, no thanks. but i will probably end up doing it anyway.

ok it's way late. time for bed.

just a few notes...

1. Hey, I'm glad you're "in humarock and looking for fun." good luck with that. I am not the right girl to help you out with that, unless by fun you mean bowling. Sober bowling.

2. No, I don't want to be your friend. If I deny your request, that's usually the case. You don't have to send me a message confirming that I do not, indeed, want to be your online acquaintance.

3. Hey, 38-year-old overweight man, I'm glad you think I'm cute. That really boosted my self esteem for the night.

4. Wow, you really found my tattoos to be so exciting that you needed to send three identical messages stating as such? I don't know about you all in Brazil, but these babies are pretty standard around here. I also think that they use the letter X in the Brazilian alphabet, as well, but I could be wrong.

5. What am I doing on myspace so late, "DJ Klive"? Probably the same thing you're doing. Oh no, wait. I have no idea.

6. To everyone who sends me one-word/sentence messages: "hi"; "whats up"; "ur cute": sorry, buddy, you're going to have to put more effort into it if you want an actual response.





...but I still love me some myspace.

guess what?! you're not as nice as everyone thinks you are!

glad you can sleep well at night knowing what an asshole you were to me and what kind of stupid fucking façade you put up for the world.

it fucking irritates me to hear all these people who don't know you sing your praises.



whatever, fuckface!

I'm such a dork! I was just watching "A Baby Story" on TLC, and I definitely welled up with tears. I don't even want to be a mom any time soon! The thought scares me! But the dad was so excited for the baby to come, and when the little boy finally came out everyone was so happy... But I still feel like a dork for crying about the birth of a baby to a tv family that I don't even know.

So tonight I went to The Kells with an ex-date and got hit on by a Large Black Man. Not a terribly ugly (or cute) Large Black Man, but an LBM nonetheless. This LBM's name was allegedly "Tony," and he explained himself to be a "33-year old" "police officer." (Words or phrases in quotes may or may not be factual.) I danced with him, to be nice...I let him buy me a diet coke, to be nice...but I had to shut it down when he asked for the digits.

Just about tops the time Rachael and I were at Stop and Shop in Brockton with pointy shoes on and a Medium Black Man called out, "Deeeeyum, you ladies is goin' to the club!!" (We weren't, we just got dressed up to sit at my apartment eating Sunchips and watching tv.)

craigslist: best of

this is what i do with my friday nights now.

edit: not suitable for children, but super funny.

i changed my myspace. actually, i deleted most of the things i had written about myself. i'm pretty much convinced that no one reads that stuff anyways, especially when i say i dont want to "meet" certain types of people.

so now it's clean and concise.

/end.