Kitty Power

Cradle Will Rock

Jamirakid: Oh, that reminds me: did i tell you my plan for the spring?
Jamirakid: I'm going to take a class and snag a little graduating senior. Be a cradle robber instead of getting robbed all the time
Farmer: hahaha good luck
Jamirakid: I'm going to work that shit. you'll see
Jamirakid: I'm still young enough that it's okay
Farmer: haha
Farmer: How old are u?
Jamirakid: 23
Farmer: Yep. And a senior?
Jamirakid: Almost 22 if they're not already
Farmer: hahaoooO what a cradle
Farmer: I thought you were talking about 18 or something
Jamirakid: Heh. Well someone practically my age is like a novelty for me
Jamirakid: Old fuckers love me for whatever reason
Farmer: No, you love old fuckers
Jamirakid: Not really. I just go with the flow

A Present For Myself

A Blogcard with my name, cell and email because I want business cards, even though I don't especially have a business per se. It's 25 for $14. Cheaper than a night of serious drinking and with infinitely more usefulness. [via Negative Velocity]

The Inevitable Post

If you glance to the right, you'll notice that in gold is the countdown to my birthday. 35 days and counting, kids. 22 has been a very good year and 23 shall only be better as I cruise towards where I want to be: namely, 25.

I've decided to do a public service and periodically update this post as what I want, am planning and such. March 11th is the party day -- hopefully one of several. I plan to celebrate my birthday until I've lost the will to do so -- or my liver fails. Whichever comes first. I should be in town on the day itself unless I can wrangle a way to stay in Miami through the day after, that is if no pressing job type deals interrupt my fun. I'm sure it's not hard to guess where the party shall be, but time and location are forthcoming. It is still weeks away after all.

And now the wish list:

Plain Gravy, courtesy of 222 Gallery. Girls L, Mens M

You probably thought I was kidding about that. Hell fucking no! I deserve a chalice!

I'm also in search of the soundtracks for Beat Street and/or Krush Groove, preferably in vinyl. Or let me dig for it or something else myself.

And the alkie in me wants some good port. I had it recently at a school friend's dinner and I was about to house it for real.

A shit bitch bear, no doubt.

A Neighborhoodie gift certificate would be very nice. Thanks.

Items from my Girlshop registry.

Oh, Junior's Strawberry Cheesecake. Always very necessary.

And that is all I want besides people at the party. For now at least.

For A Bit of A Break

Should I be worried that on the eve of New Year's Eve I still don't know what the hell I'm doing to ring in 04 yet?

Of Sitting and Cigarettes

Browsing Friendster Friday night, I saw a post from Jay asking if anyone wanted the extra tickets he had to a Chappelle's Show taping. I jumped for it, mostly to give K a second chance at it since he missed out Thursday. Alas, it wasn't to be, but I went anyways and had a fun time at the show and hanging out. That brings my grand total of potential appearances to 3. If you see a girl with a Kangol and a black sweater or a super bright ass dark blue one covering her face with her hands and looking like she's about to die from laughing in an ep, it's probably me. Thanks again, Jay!

I ended up going to Sapph a lot more than I would've liked this weekend. I need another weekend destination. I really can't stand being there. This one was especially bad with it seeming like all the corporations having their holiday party afterparties there. I was getting trampled with my pretty new sneakers despite staying as close to the wall as I possibly could. Fuckers. I can't stand a sloppy drunk and a roomful of them in your face wasn't fun. Then again, haxards of hanging out in a you know, bar, so take this complaining with a grain of salt.

What was good about being there was that I'm getting my promoting stuff all set up. In a few weeks, I'll be official. Meanwhile, the soon to be partners are introducing me around and integrating me in their circle. I'm looking forward to getting it off the ground.

Last night, Rissa and I ended up crossing signals and I went off to 419 to hang in a more sedate environment after feeling like I was gonna snap when the umpteenth bitch busting out of her clothes got in my face with her breath reeking of alcohol to ask me if I was waiting in line for the bathroom. Though it's ridiculous and will get me in the poorhouse faster, I'm beginning to like places where I can buy a drink with my card without being forced to have a tab mininum and drink 4 because I'm too lazy to pull out money. A bad sign for the night was that I was in the mood for whiskey sours. As I've said, I hate whiskey. And for the record, I don't like beer either, but I've reached the state that if the night is wearing on and I'm on a bender, I'll get one because I hate the stuff and it'll slow me down. That pretty much backfired because I inhaled it and bought another one. Oops.

Proving myself as a random magnet, I got to talking with this kid. He looked vaguely familiar to me and I couldn't figure out why. Then it hit me, he's like the doppleganger of Shady, albeit better looking and less of a pompous prick. To be on the safe side, I asked he was related/knew him. I've had quite enough of connections randomly leading to that guy, thanks. Thus began the descent into the randomness with too many cigarettes (I still smell like an ashtray over 12 hours later) and a surprise text message giving me instructions to an afterhours at this swingers' club/supposed Sopranos-style people hangout (that's gonna be hell to explain if I ever get into politics) in Midtown and somehow waking up in the mid-afternoon in Hoboken. Sorry, no more details than that, except for the fact I've now got "Someone Saved My Life Tonight" stuck in my head. But believe me, it's a doozy and I couldn't make this shit up if I tried.

The one thing that worried me was realizing I was wearing my new sneakers in fucking blizzard type conditions. I considered putting plastic bags over my feet, but I resisted the urge and luckily I spent most of my time underground. Outside, I hopped about quickly and ran for cover. How the fuck would I clean canvas mixed with leather if I got them dirty anyways? This is really looking like a questionable purchase.

End of the Week

This has been a long ass week. Probably because I've been averaging about 4 hours of sleep a night. I'm beat, super beat...so beat I might stay in for the weekend. Haha. Yeah right!

I've officially tired of shopping. Especially since I seem to be an asshole about it. I go into these blackouts and buy all this shit that I just have to return a few days later. Those 3 1/2 inch pumps that I will kill my simple self trying to walk in? Gone. That blazer that just isn't made for a girl with a substantial ass? Gone. Fucking pleated skirt like I even wear fucking pleats. What was I thinking? Gone. My fly ass coat can stay. I made out like a bandit on that one for cheaper than Bluefly. It makes me feel like a grown-up.

I felt not so much like a grownup sending an email to myself with the subject line "Squee!" and writing inside a number I got with another "squee."

I Will Not Get Another Hopeless Crush. I Will Not Get Another Hopeless Crush. I Will Not Get Another Hopeless Crush.

But, at least those are fun. All the excitement with none of the responsibilities and potential fallout. It also lead me to realize that I'm a sucker for a good phone voice. The person whose number I got off the caller ID got me with that low "what's up with you, girl" type inflection. Farmer was good for that too. Good phone gets you everywhere, as does a little bit of mystery. I'm a real big sucker for the reserved yet sharp ones. I just end up being a sucker a lot, despite always knowing better. Live and learn I suppose.

PrincessNella and I went to the Chappelle's Show taping last night. He's one funny fucker. I should be all in the camera laughing myself stupid with the Kangol cocked to the side as usual. Sometimes I do almost sleep in that thing because I forget it's on. I'd make a change but I haven't been grabbed by anything. Those engineer caps don't really fit me -- probably the one fucking hat that doesn't. Maybe I'll recycle the fedora or rather, since it's cold, invest in another brightly colored hat I can pull down. People used to be able to spot me all the way across a field with my electric blue hat. I miss it.

Also...

After searching high and low for those Tigers, I ended up getting them at the same (and only) place I saw them in the size I didn't want in the first place. Ah well. I also realized that there are puddles all over the place, so perhaps tan colored canvas shoes aren't the best idea for the winter.

But, I have the sharpest new blazer and I wore my kicky new boots and felt super stylish and tall today. Plus my hair is straight (temporarily), so I feel like a new woman. And I look amazingly good this week too. Excuse me while I go kiss the mirror. Call me Narcissa. A kid's gotta amuse herself.

Feeling Rich

I called the automatic banking number just to listen to the balance and almost had a heart attack, so I had to do it again. "You have $XXXX.20." Praise the Lord! Part of me thinks it's a conspiracy to be suddenly flushed with cash on Black Friday, but I'll push those thoughts aside and gear up to throw some elbows at sample sales and streets clogged with shoppers. I'm beginning to think I should go to the ATM, take out a limited amount of cash and lock my cards away because I'm feeling all "my preciousssssss" looking at the Visa.

I will not blow the money I waited two months for in one day. I will not blow the money I waited two months for in one day. I will limit myself to 3 items. I will not be an impulse shopper. *whimper*

Kinda Sad

If I admit that the most exciting thing I can think to do on this Saturday night is to sit at home in my sweat pants and hoodie and contemplate a blog resign, would that make me lamer than I feel? It's easy not to feel so bad when I when I tell myself that I can't think of a reasonable alternative since tonight's line up of activities is kinda weak and I do want to kill the remnants of this cold once and for all.

For once, I don't lack the money or people who are up to roll, I'm just...blah. I'm comfortable and lacking the motivation to make a scenery change. Still, Grandmastah H and I have been playing phone tag for two days now and I can anticipate getting dragged out into the world with a call. Perhaps I'll turn my phone off. I just feel like vegging for a change. And laughing to myself about how even stone cold bastards get nicer Friendster testimonials than me.

Worn Out

This is one of those days for a hoodie and sweats, head nod music, food, and especially not moving. Too many late nights taking their toll on a girl, man. This was a banner weekend -- fun, hijinks, interesting encounters. Details are forthcoming once I take another nap and work on my NaNoWriMo work which hasn't been going so well. I'm pretty behind. I don't even think I've got a 1,000 words, so 50,000 is looking a bit unlikely. Hanging out with Farmer and a friend Friday night, I showed the friend my blog. He was like, "Damn. I can type fast, but I know I can't even think of outputting that much text." Prone to wordiness...definiitely. Considering what I'm working on is semi-based on me and the exploits with composites of people and episodes that I don't find it that hard to imagine (except for the fact I am. Pesky writer's block. Well, pesky laziness rather), I should just mine the archives. I can't really plagarize myself. Then again, that is a lot of fucking text. Transferring that from Blogspot was a bitch and a half. I had to break it up into week by week because MT import just couldn't handle the sheer amount of words. I'm actually surprised those fears of carpal tunnel ended up being a false alarm because not only do I have bad typing form but I'm just doing it all the freaking time. I'd say I'd take some time away from the comp, but I'm trying to get the weekend roundups up so I can get to bitching about something else. A few of "their" sayings running around in my head over the past few days:

"The definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results."
"When you think you have all the answers, they change the questions."
"Curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought her back." Natch.
"Only in New York."