Hot flashes . . . in my feet

Regarding my title, I am not kidding. Recently I have periodically been feeling this warm sensation in my right foot for a couple seconds, and then it goes away. Do I have strange ailments in my body or WHAT?!

Lately I have been just 'go-go-go' to quote my mother. Last week I worked a grand total of 65 hours. Somehow in the mix of everything, I managed to see Reasons to be Pretty with Mark, go to brunch and shoe shop with Jordon -AND- spend a day in sunny (that's an understatement) Sheep's Meadow (AKA the Brody Beach x 300) with Allison and Tim. 

What a life I lead.

As my catering shift was canceled last night, I decided to have a night of 'relaxation' after my day job yesterday. I originally planned on going home, eating something sexy, watching Tyra and then eventually being productive; as in balancing my checkbook and cleaning my room.

Cut to me, literally lost in the Park, texting Randi like a fiend about getting dinner and turning around in a circle over and over; trying to appear as though I am not a Midwestern transplant lost in Central Park and at the same time trying to figure out which buildings in the distance look more 'west-side' than 'east-side'. After a painfully long excursion next to the Jackie O reservoir, I finally found my way out, six blocks north of where I wanted to be. Then I had a brilliantly-timed memory lapse as I reached 79 and Columbus. Where the F is my favorite burger place on the UWS, I thought to myself. I again turned around in a circle, apparently thinking that would make 'Big Nick's' appear on the corner. I then decisively shook my head at Shake Shack, googled the Big Nick's location on my phone and walked West . . . to the wrong location. After deliberating with a Big Nick's employee at the Broadway store (read: me assuming he was lying about the other location in order to get my business, wtf Katie?!), I again tried googling other locations on my phone. At one point, I actually thought maybe they closed down the other location, or worse, that I had imagined the past two experiences I had there. Am I on the Truman Show, I pondered, as I have done in the past when other odd coincidences happen in my life. Finally, finally, I found something about "Big Nick's Too" on my phone and walked to 71st . . . where I found the restaurant. On the corner. Like always.

So, after my 45 minute walk, I felt I deserved a delicious turkey swiss guacamole and onion burger and a baked potato. Bought myself some dark chocolate Raisinets and gummy bears (45 minutes, y'all!) Then, headed home. I watched the rest of The Reader and shed a couple tears. Glanced at my watch (8:00 p.m.) and rejoiced that I had just enough time to do some very productive shit before bed. But first, I had to check if anything good was on one of our four channels. Turned out Obama's 100 Presidential Days speech was on . . . Fox. Hurrah! I could procrastinate for exactly 30 more minutes! 

What really happened was I decided to watch Obama's speech in a horizontal position, covered with that very comfortable blanket of Allison's  . . . anddd . . . I was woken up by my very considerate roommate asking if I wanted to set my alarm and go back to my bed . . . at 3:00 a.m.

Hm.

So, in a nutshell, what I've concluded is . . . I will never want to balance my checkbook nor clean my room. Ever. And, President Obama's soothing, manly voice makes me want to fall asleep.

Right.

Well, it was good to chat. Well done, me. I must return to work.

More to follow sometime soon . . . when I reveal what direction my future life is heading!

Oh. Goody.

xox.

Buh bye Bush!

History is in the making over here on the American front.
And I have never been so overjoyed to be right in the midst of a crazy, envigorating, liberal urban environment.

Celebrating on the streets, champage flute in hand, with the rest of my Latino neighborhood, people screaming, banging frying pans, cars and buses honking, and garbage cans being lit on fire---
Yeah, it feels good to be American today.

I'm happy I had the freedom to vote in this pivotal election and damn pleased about the results.
For me to be even be inspired by a government official's speech....now, that, is something.
I appreciate the no-bullshit, this isn't gonna be easy, to-the-point, intelligent verbiage of Obama's speech tonight. Him actually mentioning the gays warmed the cockles of my heart and instilled sincere hope in me about what kind of future this new president could bring us.....

To all those people who heard him speak tonight and are still unhappy with the results,
I feel sorry for them. It's time to grow up a little and embrace change. It's part of being a human. And boy, do we ever need a fucking change around here. It's been a LONG time coming for us Dems.

Needless to say, I'll be restin' easy tonight.
My only words to Bush besides 'good riddance' would be:
"Don't let the door hit you on the ass on your way out....."

:D to President Barack Obama :D

Stream of Consciousness

I find myself getting lost in thought much more often these days. Like this morning, after about ten minutes of sitting with my spoon in a bowl of cereal, I realize I haven't been eating, but just sitting, staring off into space at the kitchen table. And I can't even remember what I was just thinking about. Although, it was probably about cockroaches. And how I wish I didn't see them in the kitchen. And how I'm just waiting for the day for them to be in my food, and I pondered about how I was going to react to that. My first impression is that I'd probably just burst into tears. But upon second thought, and considering how desensitized I am against them lately, I figured I'd just throw out whatever I was eating, and make myself another dish or pour myself another bowl of whatever it was and just move on with my life. And then I was wondering if someone was going to buy another bottle of that Raid when it becomes empty---and I felt kind of annoyed, knowing that I would be most likely to buy it because I'm the one who sees the majority of them as I wake up the earliest and go to bed the latest. Sigh. I wonder if Brooklyn has cockroaches in their hipsterized apartments. Probably.

Also. I think about writing people every day. I have unfinished e-mails and mental drafts to Sherrie Barr, my parents, LJ and Susan Blackwell. Now that is one hell of an eclectic group of people.

I wonder if everyone feels complete and utter loneliness when they first move to the city. Surrounded by people, and yet you've never felt so alone. It was really good to hear Jordon confirm these thoughts the other day when we had a long talk about feeling so alone, and yet so alive, here. We both are in dire need of new friends. Too bad no one at catering wants to make more friends. Booo. I like meeting people. Lately, I can't get enough of meeting and learning about so many different, weird people.

And the other day (I forgot to record this) this was my horoscope, eerily enough:

Capricorn - October 21, 2008
You don't live your life by society's rules, dear Capricorn. Your freedom is what is most important to you. But, despite your independence, there are days when you have the sudden, sinking feeling that you could wind up alone in this world. Today, you should really begin to think about what the word commitment means to you. Is it really so scary after all?

I wonder if I'll grow up someday and suddenly start craving commitment. I'm sure then that 'desire to reproduce' that I just can't seem to ever see myself wanting will arise out of thin air and take hold of me. Yep, I'm sure of it. One day I will want to monogamously commit to someone and bear/adopt a child. One day . . . right after I get over caring only about satisfying my selfish needs and my desire to follow my dreams and be an artist. Yeah, after all that...

On an unrelated note, apparently Roald Dahl's autobiography is out on the market. Birthday present to me, anyone? It's a few months away, but a gal can dream, can't she?

Nothing makes me feel more accomplished than getting my laundry done every 2 weeks.
It's so WEIRD to me to do it that often. hahahaha.

I am addicted to coffee. But I feel it was inevitable with Maiorana genes.
I cannot wait to update my website and get my new headshots done next week!
Fall is ending rather quickly and it's beyond disappointing me.
BUT I am going to the cider mill on Saturday!!!!! Now that, my friends, is pure joy on a stick.


I have to go make a list of things to pack, balance my checkbook, pay my bills and put my clean clothes away.

go vote.
xo,
katie