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Name: Kat
Location: Carmel, Indiana, United States
Gender: Female
Interests: guard, dancing, cakes (decorating not eating)
Expertise: baking!! wouldn't really call it an expertise though
Occupation: cook
Industry: food/hospitality
Message: message me
AIM:  kittykat317
Member Since:
5/2/2004
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| Having recently moved I've been meeting alot of new people lately, and as they get to know me I'm beginning to realize I have alot of quirks, and am a fairly weird person in general. I suppose most people are, but here I'm going to attempt to list the things that make me different from most of the rest of the population.
1. I can feel other people's fingerprints and I hate the feeling.
2. along the same lines, I hate sandpaper, I can't get a manicure it makes me nauseous, and I think the sound of someone else filing their nails is the worst noise on earth.
3. I love huge and tiny kitchen appliances, especially whisks.
4. I hate it when somebody touches the backs of my knees while they're bent.
5. Taxi drivers scare me.
6. I don't like hot chocolate or egg nog.
7. I appreciate cuts and burns that result in scars.
8. I am genuinely uncomfortable naked, not because I'm uncomfortable with myself, but because I feel better with cloth against my skin.
9. Calling strangers on the phone freaks me out, i.e. ordering pizza, can't do it.
10. On my desk the computer needs to be perfectly parallel with the edge of the desk, but papers I prefer to be somewhat scattered.
11. I hate the words fine, whatever, baby, and cukes (short for cucumbers)
12. I have a tendency to move out of my apartments months before my lease is up because I'm afraid I won't be able to find a new apt.
13. Whenever I try to change my nose ring I have a horrible sneezing fit.
14. I try to avoid using other peoples restrooms at all costs.
15. I love socks but I never wear them.
Well shoot I originally wanted to do 25 but I started having alot of trouble after number 6. Pass it on, Peace out people
~Kat
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| Do you ever get that feeling where you're so hungry you feel like you could puke? I kind of enjoy that feeling. The point where your stomach is past growling and now is just cramping up feeling around for just how empty it is.
People tell me I don't eat enough, yet nobody ever tells me I'm too skinny. Can you be considered anorexic when you've had the same wacked out eating habits for years, and yet you are a perfect healthy weight? The thing is I feel better about myself when I'm hungry, like that feeling in my gut is it guaranteeing me that its going to be just as beautiful tomorrow as it was today. Who is it all for though? If I truly didn't care what other people thought, would I be comfortable with gaining weight? I have a guy who tells my I'm gorgeous whether or not I'm wearing makeup, or if I just gained 5 pounds over thanksgiving. Yet I feel myself pull away from him when I'm feeling frumpy because I don't feel like I deserve his adoration.
Its upsetting because during the past few sleepless nights I've stayed up stumbling* the night away and I come across all these beauty products and ads, then I find other things like Dove's campaign for beauty and glamour reel moments. It just makes me wonder why the heck do we get so strung up in all of this? I can't answer that myself because I'm so conflicted with all of it. When I see an ad for a breast enlarging pill immediately I know its a rip off and there is no such thing, but there is still this tiny part of me that wants to get it, just to see, in hopes of some miracle that unattainable perfection will be in my grasp. At the same time, I admire the human body, be it male, female, smooth, wrinkly, skinny, fat, freckled, whatever, if it's healthy it's beautiful. I see true beauty in everyone but myself, and I think I only don't see it in myself because I know that not everyone sees it in me.
Deep or just confused? I have a headache, peace out people
~Kat
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| Whatever happened to me using paragraphs? did i get worse at english through college?! anywho, just got back from my first vacay in about 2 maybe 3 years. That had it's ups and downs, but I'll get into the nitty gritty about that later. First, my boyfriend, I don't get him at all. If somebody can explain this behavior to me, please please do. If I don't get any comments on this, I'm taking it to cosmo and seeing what they have to say.
So most guys usually do romantic stuff with their girlfriends and then go boast (or maybe even lie) to their buddies about how they got laid that night, right? Or is that too stereotypical? Either way, what my bf did was the complete opposite. So i just moved to back to the homeland, yes mostly just to be closer to him. Long distance relationships are manageable, but still suck. myguy helped me move all my stuff out of the moving van while my fam was around bickering the entire time! It was embarrasing and i felt so bad for asking him to help schlep my stuff and then have to put up with that on top of it. When we had a moment alone I told him i was sorry for the extra hassle to which he replied, "its okay, that just means you have to come have dinner with me on the south side." I thought shit, help moving and dinner? Who knew prince charming was in a metal band?
So we head out to the south side and stop at his place. We hadn't seen eachother in about 2 weeks at this point so immediately headed to the bedroom. I was perfectly alright if we just finished and went to sleep, i didn't really care whether we went to dinner or not. But here's the thing, mid-nookie the phone rings. i thought it was common courtesy to ignore stuff like that unless you were expecting a really important call, in which case you probably shouldn't be getting into anything with your girlfriend. But he picks up. From the conversation it just sounded like a buddy called to say hey whats up. I was already really ticked off that he picked up the phone but then he ended the conversation with, "hey i'm about to take my girlfriend out to dinner, i gotta go" Again, i didn't care if we went to dinner or not, but to tell that to a guy friend? it just seemed way backwards. Unless out to dinner is code for fuck your brains out, i'm missing something. I wanted so badly to tell him off for it immediately but as soon as the phone hit the base he was back at it. You try staying legitimately angry during sex, its basically impossible, and now I can't seem to find a way to bring it up :(
So now you know the story. Am I crazy? or is something way off here?
peace
~Kat
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| I'm so upset right now i feel like puking, i guess this is what i get for getting too into a guy like this. Part of me just wants to give up on making friends, or finding a new guy, and just give ray a call and ask him to take me back. I can't remember the last time i cried, and I can't bring myself to do it right now even though i feel like bawling my eyes out. I think i have depression. I think anyone would though given my position. Every day i work i try to seem as upbeat and fun as i can in hopes that maybe John or Charles will invite me over to hang out with them. Instead i go home trying to figure out what is so bad about me that they just suddenly stopped wanting to be friends with me, then i think the only reason they acted like that in the first place was because they wanted rides home and whatnot, but now they get that from little jon so what good am i? I tried my best to get over that by talking to Phil. I started getting really into him too, i think things were going great until he lost his phone. but honestly i don't think he really lost it, i think he just didn't want to talk to me anymore because i flipped shit on him for stealing a pair of goggles. he continued talking to me after that but on his myspace he posted, "okay i'm over it, who's next?' or something along those lines. he "lost his phone" that night, and we've imed some nights. most nights i rush home from work with hopes that he'll be online, which he's usually not. and today i had off work, i left him a message on facebook asking if he wanted to hang out. he was busy, which was completely fine but he added that he'd be online around 9. So i'm a little bummed but soon as 9 rolled around i got online and hoped he would be too shortly. but he wasn't, he still isn't, i got so pissed i deleted my POF profile and deleted him as a friend on facebook. immature? extremely, was i thinking? not really. so now i regret it and messaged him explaining everything kinda and asked that he just tell me whether he's still interested in me or not. at 11:11 i wished he would respond really soon, that obviously didn't happen. i hate drama but i think i actually go looking for it sometimes.
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| So I got my first booty call, and I answered, it went really well i thought hopefully he thought so too because i can't wait for that shit to happen again! I mean, it was a little akward at first because last time we hooked up we were both drunk, this time i was sober but i think he was a little tipsy which might explain why things didn't go really smooth, either that or i just need to get used to the way he moves. either way, i'm stoked for the potential of a second.
Today at work was kinda crazy, i felt like i was doing pretty well today, my station was really ready and i was working nice and clean, then garde manger started to run out of some things, then chef comes over and asks me to run to dominicks and get some french fries... shit really? I don't even know where dominicks is, chef quickly tells me how to get there, what to get, and hands me some money. So I grab my car keys (forget my license) and get the fuck out of there, the store was one block closer than i thought it was going to be so i accidentally passed the entrance to the parking garage so i pulled into some other entrance and ran over the curb to get to the right parking garage. Now i've never been to a dominicks at this point, so i quickly walk through looking for a freezer section, assuming its all going to be in one place. i was wrong. i found one of them, and it was all meat, so i start looking around for a second freezer that may not even exist, and chef calls me telling me to hurry but jeez i'm tryin!! i can't find any employees then finally i find the right section just as chef says "on the fly!" and hangs up. so i grab 3 bags of fries and beeline for the self check-out lanes... all of them are closed, there are only 3 registers open and they all have lines that have the same damn people in them that were there when i started the great fry search. So i get in line and it goes pretty fast until the guy right in front of me started checking out. he had all alcohol and mixers and when the lady said his total he was like wait i thought coke was 2 for 1? and she asked him if he had a dominicks card. Meanwhile i'm chewing the shit out of my nails. Its amazing the petty things people take the time to deal with when they are doing stuff on their own schedule. the guy didn't have a card but apparantly there's a number you can punch in if you forget your card, which i guess is convenient, if you remember it. The guy calls his gf or something and asks for the number in some crazy language which was a little settling because it gave me something else to pay attention to. finally the lady scanned the fries, and i'm ready just to pay and bolt. But then she asks me the same thing, do you have a dominicks card? Now most places if you don't have a card you just pay your shit as is. But this lady must love saving people pennies because she actually asked the girl in line behind me to punch in her number for me. Finally i pay and start heading out and i get a text from chef that just says "Fly!!!" as if i can control traffic. I got the fries in and chef was really happy that i did that run so i guess it was all worth it in the end but jeez you think that being able to step off the line would be kind of relaxing but i think getting slammed on my station is better than that. peace
~Kat
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