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wow. fucking wow.

I give you 6

Explaining my interests on my profile. I found this in my last journal. I imported all of the entries from dirt_merchant.

migrating geese
The change of the seasons has always been very important to me physically and mentally. When I hear Canadian geese flying south it awakens reminiscent childhood memories that winter is coming. I look up at them and point just like a 5 year old. It's also one of my favorite sounds tied to when I last lived with my father. I suppose I always wanted to go somewhere else every year at the same time.

I have some, I would like to get more. I like the idea of changing your body forever. I also feel a certain sense of control when I get inked. It's comparable to what I've read about young people having eating disorders or cutting. It may start out as an attempt to contour their bodies but it is actually an attempt to control their life or a situation they may be going through.
I have an androgynous being on an IV pole with a gas mask on my calve, that I got when I turned 23. Beautiful experience. It marked the end and beginning of something completely different in my life. My next endeavor that need to come soon or will loose it's meaning will be 2 skeletons buried in the ground (cut away picture) and above ground is a mushroom cloud.

I'm obsessed with tangible memories. I guess it would be a harsh fear of losing my memory one day that's to blame. Sometimes I feel as though my memories are all I am. So, I put them down on paper, in journals(I should actually count them sometime), and in sculpture form. I also can put my own spin on the happenings that are in my scrapbooks. Then again sometimes I just add interests to see what I can derive inspiration from on Lj. hehehe

red eared slider turtles
I was never really interested in reptiles until last xmas. My boyfriend bought me a tiny chinatown turtle from a man on the subway. They are extremely popular in Philly and usually die very early due to people not knowing how to take care of them. I came home and did days and days worth of research on what they need to be happy. I found out that the breed is very expensive to take care of. But I wouldn't give up my Boris for anything. He'll be a year old in the end of November and went from about the size of a walnut to the size of my palm.

field guides
I love field guides. Especially location specific botanical guides. I think their beautiful to look at and I'd like to think I could live like a savage if I wanted to and identify all of the plants. I also like to copy them and use them in my collages.

extreme weather
Extreme weather scares the piss out of me. It also fascinates me to no end. I've lived through a hurricane and canoed through it's eye. Nothing makes me feel smaller and insignificant then it. We live in the world and still cannot change or own it.

Just Funny

Go to urbandictionary.com and type in your answers....

What's your first name?

Hella orgasmic cosmopolitan mama with no babies. Wicked, happy, and the sexiest piece of ass your pearly whites will never sink in to.

What's your nick name?

cayte isn't defined yet.

Your favorite color?

The colour which vain assholes turn after a session in the tanning salon; Often confused with Hepatitis.
"Hey, nice tan... in the middle of winter, you sick fucking pumpkin monster."

 Your favorite drink?
 ginger ale

A soothing beverage to calm a jittery stomach. Great to ease queasy stomach discomfort.
Canada Dry is the greatest chilled over lots of ice.

Your favorite food?
dim sum

Steamed, fried, and cooked in other ways chinese food such as dumplings etc, delivered to the field of battle in metal carts from which they procede to invade your table in small dishes strategicaly dropped onto the table by skilled waiters and waitresses before you can say whether or not you want it.

you could also call it competitive chinese food throwing, where the scoreboard is your bill.

What's your hometown?

One of the best party cities in the world... Well, not if you are: A.) Under 21 and obsessed with letting sweaty yo boys dance all over you; B.)Scared to sit in a cab and have a friendly conversation with your foreign cab driver; or C.)Looking for some sort of "celebrity encounter".
I have lived here my whole life, and I can't imagine being anywhere else. I like to sit at Kisling's and drink a beer while watching the O's kick some Yankee ass on TV. I like walking around the Square (Canton) and jumping into a stool at one of the first bars with their windows open. And I can't imagine missing Sunday night karaoke at Fletcher's with all of my friends. Most of these definitions are bashing Baltimore. But if you have lived here, you appreciate all of the little things. So we aren't the safest city... Don't be an idiot and wander into West Baltimore after dark. We might not be the cleanest, but the Inner Harbor collects all of the trash that floats through the freaking bay. But we have history. We are extremely cultured. We are Baltimore, and you aren't going to change that.

What's the name of you best friend?

To smack someone in the back of the head in an upward motion creating a high pitched slap sound. This smack isn't used to hurt but to be as pain free as possible. A successful ricky will make a person's hair fly up in the air, create a high pitched noise while leaving the recipient without pain.

Yes, you can tell it's 4am.


oh and p.s.


"We fear death, we shudder at life's instability, we grieve to see the flowers wilt again and again, and the leaves fall, and in our hearts we know that we, too, are transitory and will soon disappear. When artists create pictures and thinkers search for laws and formulate thoughts, it is in order to salvage something from the great dance of death, to make something that lasts longer than we do."
--Hermann Hesse (1877 – 1962) from his book "Narcissus and Goldmund"


1. Go to www.photobucket.com (don't sign in)
2. Type in your answer to the question in the "search" box.
3. Use only the first page.
4. Copy the html and paste for the answer.

1. What's your first name?

2. What is your favorite food?

3. What high school did you go to?

4. What is your current relationship status?

5. What is your favorite color?

6. Who is your celebrity crush?

7. What are you listening to right now?

8. Whats your favorite movie?

9. Whats your favorite disney Movie?

10. Name an alcoholic beverage.

11. Where is your dream vacation?

12. What is your favorite dessert?

13. What do you want to do when you grow up?

14. What do you love most in life?

15. One word to describe yourself.

16. Your favorite book.

17. Most watched TV series.

18. What was your favorite cartoon as a child?

19. Where were you born?

20. How old are you?

What is your favorite hobby?

22. What annoys you?

23. What is your favorite word?

24. Who is the best band ever?

25. What did you think of this survey?


I'm back, but don't tell anyone.

Oct. 23rd, 2007

Today I went into the city for the first time since I left More Than. I don't miss the stagnant air of the subway platform. I don't miss everything smelling like piss. I don't miss thousands of people bustling through the streets.

I did go to Redding Terminal. I bought some meat at the market and they tied it up with butcher's paper and string. How nostalgic.

Things aren't getting any better.

Oct. 16th, 2007

I don't know what to say...

Drew Carey is calling people 'buddy' and 'man' on The Price's Right.

I don't like change!


Aug. 25th, 2007

So, today, apparently, was Gimp Arm Day at Ikea. I recall seeing an ad in the local paper advertising all people with mutated arms would receive 10% off their entire purchase today at Ikea. There was a 'Welcome Irregular Guests!' banner hanging by the cash lanes when I came in this morning. In the 7-odd hours I cashiered, I alone encountered, at least 13-14 men and women with deformed arms. Some were short, like dwarf arms, a few Bob Dole limbs, a couple non-benders and even a factory accident induced nub! I had to akwardly put change into these hands and hope that it wouldn't fall out through gnarled fingers. Anyway, I think the event went well.

There was a fly explosion while I was at work today. I came downstairs to feed Boris and there were hundred of green-back, filth flies in the basement. We combed the entire space and couldn't find any evidence of where they're coming from. Boris has eaten a few of them as they seem to have congregated around the light over his tank. It's disturbing. My mom and step-father had it happen to them right as they were moving out of a house (the house I grew up in) a few years ago. The flies were in droves. Hundreds a day. And the house was completely cleared out. They came from no where. I still think it was a physical manifestation of spirits, angry about them leaving.

Hopefully these tiny, flying spirits will stick to those stinky fly ribbons we bought.