HideMeFindMeCharlotte, NC287 days till my birthday.
Mua-ha-ha.
Hey, I'm Kat. I like piercings, long walks on the beach, and good wit. I love people who prove that there is good in this world. As well I love those who can have good, intelligent, goofy, undescribably awesome conversations. About nothing. Deep thinking is a hobby of mine, as well as art. I'm an artist. Sort of. I feel more comfortable talking through type than I do on the phone. Please tell me something about you.
Have: 2x lobes either side (first holes 14g, second holes 18g) 3x cartilage left side 1x eyebrow right side 1x septum 1x nape surface bar
Want: 2x cartilage right side 1x eyebrow right side 1x septum 6x knuckle piercings 2x tongue piercings Chrysanthemum nape scarification Hand paw tattoos Koi right thigh tattoo Tribal left arm tattoo half-sleeve Music notes on neck, tattoo "Love" and "Pain" punk skulls on hips, tattoo "Hope" and "Faith" on knuckles, tattoo Ultra Calm logo right upper shoulder, tattoo
Barely there septum. Love morning light.
Mod-Tracker
Nape
Pretty.... shiny....: New nape surface bar, let's hope it lasts....
Merry Christmas
2009/12/25 04:43
Stream of conciousness.
It's officially Christmas. I should be asleep. Lately though, I haven't really wanted to fall asleep. When I'm alone in my room, I just want to stay awake. I'm not sure if it's anything I'm avoiding, or what. Kinda bugs me. Means I'll be tired tomorrow. This is comfortable though, this tiredness. Sleepiness. I am nothing in this attitude. Just kind of here. I don't feel like dealing with anything. Hah, a very merry Christmas indeed. I think this one will be good though. I get to see my guy. I get to see him happy. Though I, myself feel on the verge of tears. Lack of sleep might be the cause. That, stresses, or I'm just running myself ragged. Oh yea, include a nice dose of nausea from lack of food. Don't really know why that one's there. Food is in the house. Just... don't want to get any. Were it my choice I'd be with my guy, just laying next to him. Maybe then I'd sleep. I want to read. Wish I would have painted what I wanted to paint. Apparently his parents got me something for Christmas. Not sure what it is, neither is he. This makes me nervous. I don't like being the center of attention, which is exactly what gift opening is. Being the center of attention. Listening to this song Jason showed me, it's mellow. Gregory and the Hawks. Boats and Birds. Want to sleep. Should get food. Should do so many things. Can I break down now? Tears seem appropriate, yes. Even on Christmas. Something in me wants to feel forgotten. I can't place it. Think it would give me a reason for feeling this sad. I wish I could have gotten him the perfect gift. I wish... I could have surprised him. I know he wants nothing material, and neither do I (from him) but it seems that's something we both revert back to to show affection. It's crazy though. He had a girl who used him. Now he has me, a girl who doesn't like him spending money on her. I'm starting to get used to him paying. Not sure if that's good or bad. He went from someone asking him to, to someone asking him not to. Such as I want to, he asks for not. Isn't used to it. Hell, neither am I. Sorry I'm rambling, and should you choose to read this far down I offer a congratulations. My words are nothing. Not tonight. Just the sporadic ramblings of someone beyond her years in some ways, more innocent than imaginable in others.
I see myself in the information I absorb. Not sure if that's either good or bad, but I imagine both. I am the old, the wise. I am the young, the naive. I am the caring, the foolish. I am the secret-keeper. I am envious. I am their pillar of strength, hiding any faults that compromise its' stability. I am the outward optimist, inner pessimist. I crave approval. I don't care what you think, but want to know why you think it. I am the invisible, becoming the seen. The talked to. The heard. I am the vault of emotions you'll probably never see. I am the tired, the weary, the hungry. I am the one knowing all of those are self-imposed. Off to get a modicum of sleep. Peace, gratitude, and humility be with you all. Happy Holidays.
Troubles.
2009/12/20 10:03 I love how my mom thinks I'm a bitch. Fuck this shit.
Wa-ha-ha.
2009/12/15 05:15
It's late. I should be in bed. Ok, I am in bed. I should be sleeping. Forever since I've written. If I really start thinking, my mind will explode with shit wanting out. Sometimes keeping it in is easier. I miss my dot-dot-bracket. My life is going as is not-really-planned. Reading a handful of books at a time. Thankfully only one I haven't read so far, so keeping track isn't as much of an issue as last time I tried. Work is fine, if non-eventful. Eyebrow is still healing up. Well, I'm pretty sure it's healed. Just scarred. Oh well, I like it. Want it to be metalized again though. Boy oh boy do I miss that. Maybe I can convince my mom to let me get another piercing instead. Oh yea, and my job. I still have to have all of my mods approved if I want a roof over my head. That is, until I have another option. Mayhaps in a handful of months I could have another option.
Several friends want a mini-me to put in their pockets. One of those wants one mini-me so she can have me in her pocket in the day, and have me sleep with her cats at night. Enter pun: my nickname is Cat/Kat/Kitty. And to one very special individual I am Kitten.
I feel like sleeping. I feel like reading. I just got done painting my nails. I'm watching a movie. I feel like writing, which I am fulfilling, in a way. I feel like falling asleep beside him. I remember the last time I had the chance; instead of me curling up next to him as per usual, I was turned away. He molds right behind me, head resting on my hair, breath making my neck feeling just too warm. It was a comfort beyond comforts having out bodies contoured to each other. My friend was right; skin on skin, nothing sexual, is comfortable. Though each time I am in a position of comfort such as lying beside him I try to enjoy the moment. It's hard to keep awake sometimes. Others, my mind never stops thinking.
Three months, 15 days. Zero arguments. One asking of "what are your thoughts on marriage?" Four occurrences of being called "honey". Several mentions of future cohabitation. Countless weird and/or awkward sounds. Complete happiness. Ok, I'm out now. Peace be to all, and mushy gushy blah blah blah :]
Happy Thanksgiving.
2009/11/26 14:14
Today is the day of the turkey and we shall bask in its big-breasted glory.
