Something A Bit Off-Putting, But Fairly Par For The Course With Kat

Hey, guys. This is a rather unorthodox announcement, so be prepared for having your own personal OMGWTFBBQ moment. If you don't, then I'm more conceited than I thought. Haha.

Basically, I would like you all to pretend I don't exist. I really just don't have the energy or the drive at this point to be the familiar, nutty, bouncy, foul-mouthed Kat you're all acquainted with. I am frankly, at this point, miserable, and if I start being Kat at this point, well, I'll make you all miserable, and I like you too much to make you all miserable.

(If you would like to become miserable without my help, there is a fairly easy way to do so. It is called Les Miserables and it is a book that is about fifty gajillizillion pages long. Seriously. My copy is hardcover and I could use it as a lethal weapon if I wanted, so I should probably need a license to carry it around. I suggest paperback.)

So basically, whatever you guys may assume - and I mean, whatever, it isn't you, and it isn't any fault of yours. I'm just miserable and I need some time to work it out. This doesn't necessarily mean that the blog will be on hiatus, because our anniversary is coming up, so something will need to be done then, but it does mean that Kat will be sort of on hiatus.

Think of it as me taking a vacation from being me.

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Also, because I can. . .poetry. Methinks you guys will be getting lots more poetry in the near future. Enjoy. Or don't.

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Breath

I dreamed and I dreamed and
d r e a m e d
And I breathed rich landscapes
Inside my exhalations, where I heard the escapades of Eve
And animals fantastic, newly made and squalling
For first flesh, flamenco dancers swaying, wailing gently
In the watermelon wind that smells of chocolate
And heavy spice.
An old woman eats strawberries in the corner and
b r e a t h e s
And air flutters like a hankerchief, silken, flowing
I dreamed and I dreamed and
d r e a m e d
And I breathed carnivals
And funfairs, fanfares, glowing trumpet-sounds
The tase of cotton candy, freak shows. . .
Freaks! Fish who tapdance, tapdancers who fish
Men with five legs, playing hearts against a creature with two mouths
Who opens them and
b r e a t h e s
And breathes and breathes again and
d r e a m s
That he is Lord-God
Omnipotent and all controlling
And he laughs in his sleep
As I laugh in mine
And he turns over, and smiles and
b r e a t h e s

Quote of the Day

"I've always made whatever candy I felt like, and now I feel terrible. . .so the candy's terrible! . . . You're very good."

- Depp!Wonka.

I remain, gentlemen, your faithful and obedient servant,

J.G.