Hellooo..ooo...ooo

Is there an echo in here?

Does anybody still check The Kitty Voice in hopes that I've returned? Well, good news, kiddies: I'm planning a comeback for August 2006 after I have moved (yet again) and hopefully have access once again* to stolen wi-fi services. New look, new posts, same good down-home fun. In the meantime, get yer ass on MySpace and bother me on there or send me an email so I know there will be readers when I return.

Until then...no rest for the wicked.

*At my current apartment, my signal has disappeared. I think whoever I was stealing from moved. It's so rude and inconsiderate not to think of those who may be depending on your wireless service when you pack up and take off.

Oh my God.

I have let this go for a ridiculously long time.

I am moving in a few days and have been packing, getting ready for my sister's wedding, and being happy.

I promise to return. And soon. Don't give up on me.

and y'all thought i got kidnapped by hillfolk, didn't'cha?

And so I have survived Appalachia and made it home in one piece. Never mind that there are mysterious clusters of bruises (see visual aid below) on the backs of both my calves that showed up Sunday after my crazy night of salsa dancing, hysterical drinking, and hitting on band members.



Speaking of which, there will be a MEGA TKV POST EVENT this weekend that will include a daily run-down of my vacation as well as links to my photos from the trip. I’m putting it off because I want to be able to dedicate an entire day to writing and downloading photos so it all shows up at the same time, so those of you who are writhing in anticipation -- sit tight.

In other news, my emotional crisis has been averted and I’m back to being Me. I’m sure that’s a relief to everyone.

I got a new bridesmaid dress that fits and isn’t about 8 sizes too big. Also a relief, but mostly to me and my sister since this now means I won’t get arrested for indecent exposure at her wedding.

I’m thinking about going back to school and studying ecology/environmental science/wildlife conservation & protection.

I’m subletting my friend Heather’s apartment for the summer so that takes care of my pending homelessness. While it did get hit by the recent tornado, it’s still intact.

There’s nothing like a vacation to put things in perspective. That’s all I’m saying about that.

Until then...

Doin' it Hillbilly Style

Yes - that's right, friends. Starting tomorrow (Wednesday) night, yours truly will be roaming the vast wooded wastelands of Appalachia until Monday. It will prove to be a most crazy time - my bestest buddy Bridget and I will be reunited after six long years of separation and now that we're both legal, it's hard saying what might happen. I suggest that the state of West Virginia take the proper precautions and batten down the hatches. Here's to no work, no responsibilities, no alarm clocks, perhaps even no shoes if I feel like bonding with the locals. Stay tuned -- stories, photos, and who knows what else will likely start popping up around here next week upon my return to civilization.

In the meantime, Clementine (top) and Oliver have been little packing helpers. They really know how to fill a suitcase.

(Mis)Adventures in Formal Wear

Yesterday was the first time I'd been able to try on my bridesmaid dress for my sister's wedding next month. I remember when I ordered the dress, I tried on one size in the store, they measured me for one size larger than that, but yet encouraged me to order yet another size larger than THAT because it's easier to take the dress in than it is to let it out. Due to my emotional crisis, I've lost 10+ pounds since originally being measured and ordering the dress, and when paired with ordering a dress that's too big anyway, well... the photos speak for themselves.


It's an ugly and treacherous situation. I tried on another of the girls' dresses that's 2 sizes smaller than mine and it fits:


If the orange dress in the store fits me, I hope they will allow us to exchange since they bullied me into the larger size from the get-go. Whether or not this is a feasable plan remains to be seen.

PS - I made the necklace I'm wearing with the pink dress. Those shall be our wedding jewels!

Raw.

I always wondered what a nervous breakdown feels like.

Not that that’s what this is, but, you know. It might be similar.

Let’s say: emotional crisis.
Or: psychological plight.
Or: meltdown.
Or: existential predicament.

It’s the kind of thing where every little action or event or occurrence has the power to set you off or bring you completely down. Like, the kind of thing where you wish you could say to a complete stranger, “Excuse me, but could you please move outside my line of vision because I’m really not in the mood to look at a face like yours right now.” Or, “Please stop having that conversation within earshot of me because I just cannot listen to it at this moment in my life.”

But you can’t. That’s just how life works.

When you are 25 years old and realize that this is essentially the first time in your life that you don’t have a really strong connection with anybody and that you don’t really know how to deal with that or what to do, it’s hard. And it hurts. And you cry and have anxiety attacks and then you get mildly happy for a few minutes but then your heart starts pounding again and all you really want to do is sleep but then you don’t want to be left alone with the idle thoughts that run through your head when you’re laying alone in the dark. Because having idle thoughts turns quickly to thoughts of fear and ugliness and you panic. Because the thought of dwelling inside your own head is just too fucking much.

Shit happens and you learn to deal. Life changes and you adjust accordingly. Everything is connected. Things happen for a reason. The universe straightens things out in the end.

This much I know.

It will all be OK.

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(Actually this is the first time in about a week that I haven’t felt like crying and that my heart was going to pound straight through my chest and explode into a million bloody red fireworks. What made me feel better tonight was eating an egg roll, singing to Rilo Kiley’s song “Portions for Foxes” at the top of my lungs in my car, and watching “Six Feet Under” because the characters’ lives are way more fucked up than mine. I think.)

One second of your life was in order...

Coast to Coast AM's website posted the following trivial tidbit last night:

Once in a Life Time
Early on Wednesday, at two minutes and three seconds after 1:00 in the morning, the time and date will be: 01:02:03 04/05/06.

To those night owls I know, I'm a little envious that y'all got to see it and I didn't. I think its very cool: there was one second in time that came and went that made the old number sequence seem somehow magical and special. And it will never happen again.

Fleeting moments, my friends. Fleeting moments. That's what it's all about.