shine.
so shannon is moving away. far away. to korea. for 6 months or maybe even a year. she was gonna go with her friend yongok (young-oak), but yongok has a big opportunity here as an animator, so she may not be going. however, yongok needs a favor.
enter shine.
shine is yongok's beta fish. shannon watched him all winter while yongok was back in korea for break from school. i was in charge of feeding shine for a couple weekends while shannon was gone, but i lost that job quickly on account of, well, honestly, i kept forgetting he was around.
in my defense shine was in a whole different bedroom with the door closed! computer or pentium was
right there so of course i saw him and remembered to feed him! but, alas, my job was given to kris. i failed. just like i forgot to check the door at franklin and washington and someone walked into the store while we were closed, setting off alarms, getting the police involved, and me getting demoted. oops!
but now shine needs a home now that yongok is off and running with her career. so i agreed to take the little bugger. ...and, to be honest again, i forgot that i had told shannon i was gonna take him. but now i remember and i'm really excited again! geez. i'll put him right near pentium. he'll be fine.
shine is smaller and blue with a cool blue bowl. who knows if he's a fighter, but me and pentium will show him the ropes about what it takes to live in a bowl on a bookshelf in my room. yep, this is gonna be allllright.
love, kate
i'm back.
i figured it out. what was holding me down. what was holding me back.
fuck you cosi.
that's right, i quit. i feel much better than i have in a really long time. they were shitty people to work for, bottom line. my old GM and AM at south michigan were the only people who seemed to be looking out for me, and i'm totally grateful to them. everyone else though needs to learn how to treat people.
no more hat. no more shitty khaki shirt. ...no more paychecks. eh, only for a while.
love, kate
a blog. i mean blank.
drawin' a blank here people. got nothing to blog about. i've done it all already. job? check. chicago? check. warmth or lack thereof in chicago? check check.
love, kate
good grief.
the one time - the
one time - a boy i don't know talks to me on the subway, it's a weird and unnecessary situation.
let me start by describing what he looks like. the same coloring as chris cornell, only shorter. probably less cool. he's wearing black shorts that end about three inches above where his black socks start. black shoes. black wife beater. i look at my own outfit and realize that i am also wearing all black by coincidence. we're clearly a match made in wherever. pierced lip, eyebrow, nose, ears, and his tongue. that's right people, he talked to me. also, he had a rolled up poster.
and that's where it all starts. with me watching him play air guitar on this poster. he's leaning against a pillar and is literally rocking out on his fucking poster. i can't take my eyes off the sheer toolness. he's also wearing one of those wristbands with a skull and crossbones stitched on it. "hey, are you 21?"
you are not talking to me. "yeah."
"my band is playing this show coming up and i'm just trying to spread the word."
"i actually don't live in the city." you're not telling anyone else about your band.
he talks to me about a couple bands. i do not initiate any questions, but answer his as politely as i can considering he's hitting on me at 12:30am in a semi-crowded subway station and i'm tired. i'm wearing andy's lawrence arms hoodie. i hope this doesn't make me more cool. i'm not sure i even like the lawrence arms.
i tell him i live in st. louis when he asks. he contradicts everything he says to impress me.
"i just got off work from this shitty bar."
"which one?"
blah blah.
"oh i've heard of that."
"yeah it's pretty cool." everything is pretty cool.
yeah, i say, i'm just visiting. my friend lives near the... addison stop is it? yeah. no i'm leaving tomorrow. more small talk from him about chicago ending with "this city is so fucking indecisive." what? how? it's a city. you are so stupid. meanwhile, i'm making up a whole fake life for myself in my head, just in case he asks me anything else i need to fake. it's actually pretty fun. i decide that i work at the
rocket bar. of course i do! why
wouldn't i work there?
i stop talking to him. i mean, i never started, but we stopped talking. we get on the same car because he's standing right next to me. when i get off, i want to say good luck to him with his band. it's the nice thing to do. and i do wish him luck, good for him for trying to be a rock star. i'm all for that shit. but i didn't say anything. i spent the rest of the ride and walk home thinking about how i was going to blog about this. i never felt threatened by him. if anything, i was hoping people around me were seeing his obvious attempt at picking me up and were getting a kick out of it.
if he'd asked, i would have told him the fake name i always give out.
love, kate
