one final to go
and then home to long island
home? hm, i don't know.

today is cleo's birthday
i sense a fun night coming on,
not only in the birthday sense
but in the
"is this really ending?" sense too.

just checking in with the universe!
i'm moving to ecuador to live with nan
for the month of june!
after that, i am probably going to israel,
although my mom just emailed me and said
it's still up in the air, so who knows.

only four days of classes left!
time flies when yr having fun,
and truly, i am except
I DO NOTHING PRODUCTIVE HERE.
nothing.

ok, enough ( Read more... )

 sometimes I can get myself really excited by the
prospect of starting things. 
for example this week, i am starting to stop being
such a wretched deadbeat.
starting to stop, ha, i crack myself up.

but really kate,
lay off the sauce.
go for a jog.
pick up a book.

so much of this journal has turned into 
kate critique.
self loathing is nothing unless its ( Read more... )

 seriously,
my desire for long luscious locks is
overpowering.

today we signed the lease for the house on harrington!
my very own house! my very own first house!

to do list:
buy overalls.
be normal.

 today was so nice.
morgan was flying her kite,
i had to present in front of the class in sociology
and all went well. 
additionally, other things have worked in my favor too.
cool.

 the feeling of walking on grass
will never change.

 currently, i am waiting for my extremely overpriced deep conditioner
from bumble and bumble to transform my nappy roots into
luxuriously luscious locks in twenty minutes time.

i started this in sociology today,
but it is going to be hard to finish because
i don't like thinking about dead babies.

lullaby
sleep tight in your blues,
breathless baby.
veins ( Read more... )

A simultaneous pushing and pulling.

Lungs turned inside out,

Nervously gasping feverishly.

Hands pressed together as

Minutes make molasses,

Memorizing the knots in tiny kite strings

That tie each finger to thickly callused palms.

Night’s shadows condense into morning dew

While tiny universes drip from the bathroom faucet.

Above us,

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 when did the days become
maple syrup?
weekends sugar sweet calcified
but no pancakes!

my makeup did not stay on my eyes today,
i look like a crack ho tranny.
there are worse things.

sexy pitches performed tonight at 60 main.
I really like singing where there is hardly anybody in the audience.
i just feel like the people that did come get more into it.