Friday, September 29, 2006

dine o round

yesterday as i ate bruschetta, pollo gratella, and creme brulee served by the first man i've ever been unable to describe as anything other than "jaunty" and who may have been faking his british accent, and cleared by a short man named "heidi"[deep breath to be taken here. because seriously, this sentence is super long], it ocurred to me how great life can be.

and when "jaunty" gave me the creme brulee for free because when he told me they were out of the tiramisu i'd originally ordered i'd launched into a sob story about how i'd come for the tiramisu and i'd driven three hours in the snow so why didn't he just shove me in a ditch while he was at it [go ahead. take another deep breath], it ocurred to me that whining about tiramisu is exactly why the rest of the world hates us.

Thursday, September 28, 2006

transference

my bedroom is the physical manifestation of my state-of-mind which, as it turns out, always transfers into the state of my hair.

in other words, they are all three a mess.

Monday, September 25, 2006

tattoo

i'm afraid i've been thinking.
about tattoos,
actually.
and the quote from that thing the guy showed me awhile ago that went something like, "think about what you liked 10 years ago. would you want that permenantly placed on your body? probably not. so chances are, 10 years from now your likes and dislikes will have changed just as much."
it was way funnier when i watched the guy say it. on that thing. he was all sarcastic and using a funny voice.
but you get the jist.

and really, couldn't that paraphrase apply to just about anything? i mean, how is a person supposed to commit to any sort of decision when they'll most definitely change in the next 10 years?
because seriously, 10 years ago i liked cheerleading and tucking my shirt into my shorts.
and brad pitt.

now, let's be clear. this isn't me whining about my commitment phobias. yada yada yada... i have dating issues... yada yada yada... i'll probably die alonobody cares!
i don't even care.
and i usually have a pretty high tolerance for my whining.

no. see, all i'm saying is even if i did come up with a plan for the future and even if i did someday get what i thought i wanted, by the time i got what i wanted, what i want will have changed.

um... yes, this is me trying to rationalize my complete lack of desire to look for another graphic design job.
graphic designer shmaphic designer.
i want to be a food critic.

Thursday, September 21, 2006

for the love

we interrupt our normally scheduled blogcasting for this very special message from our queen, our liege, and our blogtator... um... me. kat.

i am having a bad. day.

i have officially made three, fairly large mistakes in the last 6 hours. i flaked a press-check at one of our printers, forgot to make the christmas label chart, and messed up the friggin' (yes, i said "friggin". i didn't think "friggin", but that's what i'm writing and that's what i'm remaining loyal to) payroll. what's that rosalie? you wanted a paycheck? well, sorry. you can't have it.
because i am an idiot.

now, i also had trouble counting to 10 ("6 boxes plus 4 boxes. so, eight! wait. that's not right..."), made a fool of myself while trying to speak spanish to one of our temps ("catorce y trece quatro... um... treintayquatro... um... thirty-four... so, uh, como se llama?"), and tipped over a pile of sales orders.
and the easter label ideas i sent to our biggest customer? oh ya. they were rejected because the colors were too muted. so i have to redo them.

basically, i suck.

this is why i will not be writing about how i got my hair done and i went to someone new and i felt like i was cheating on my regular stylist.
that story will have to wait for another day.

because i am an idiot.

ok. rant ended.

Tuesday, September 19, 2006

no room for grey, just like life.

last night we played the game "love him, hate her".
introduced by "will & grace", it's the ever enjoyable time passer involving a magazine and a blatant disregard for ambiguity.

so, this morning i woke up with a certain song in my head which reminded me of a certain music video...



i love christopher walken.

Friday, September 15, 2006

procrastination

yes, yes. today i'm late.

happy text twist day!

unscramble the following letters to make as many words as possible

D N O S E D

a'ight. um, later.

Thursday, September 14, 2006

unscrambley

ah... thursday. or as it shall hence be known... "game day III".
how exciting.
today's game, i've played in the newspaper many times, but i'm not really sure what it's called. you unscramble each of the words, and then you take all the encircled letters and unscramble them to get the final phrase.
now, the final phrase is a punch line to one of my favorite laffy taffy jokes... "what happens when you cross a singer and a rocking chair?"



hehehe... sigh... laffy taffy, you slay me.

happy obscure-unscrambley-game day!

***UPDATE***
for some helpful hinting, i will now tell you what letter each of the words starts with.

k
g
c
b
t
s
e

i am assuming of course, that somebody out there cares.

Wednesday, September 13, 2006

amazing

hello friends, and a happy game week to you all.
more specifically... happy maze day!
hooray!
now, again due to problems with the new beta blogger i've had to copy and paste into the body of this blog instead of posting it as a file, so please let me know if there are any problems.

have at it.



do you feel like a lab rat yet?

Tuesday, September 12, 2006

game week

i'm dubbing this week "game week" here at kylily.blogspot.com.
because i am tired.
and i am grumpy.
and this kid was up in my office talking about how "brian wilson" was a member of "the beatles".
and a part of me died.
and beyonce has a song called "kitty kat" on her new album.
and i realized that from now on every mix cd i ever get will have that song on it.
and another part of me died.

so.
i'm dubbing this week "game week" here at kylily.blogspot.com.

today's game is a word search. and since stupid betablogger isn't letting me post files today, i'm going to try to put it in the body of this blog (let me know if you have problems with it)...

G N A E L C U E D R X O M L U
M T A K T S Q U E O H L J D Q
O O N O M A T O P O E I A D U
M I N C I S K E M T C L Y U I
R L M T N S A M A N K B P M X
U V A E A E V M V Y L R O A O
O G R I C N W Y E L E U Y P T
Y E I D T O A S R O R D E A I
F I E G I H Q S R R R D Y P C
F L S U O P S H U A L E Q T B
U L B E N E Y H H C D R I T Z
B R K X N S D S B I K I K J Q
H O T T E R F U G L Y S O Q X
I L A O M E A G X C S X Z A O
N K Z I L P S B X I U V J Y H
words/names/phrases to look for:
ann-marie, barnes, ben, buffy, carolyn, diet coke, emmy, fugly, hardy, heckler, hotter, inaction, jaypo, kate, katness, l'il brudder, montana sucks, nama, nessa, newsradio, onomatopoeia, papa mudd, persephone, quixotic, revamped, ritz, sass, spliz, taye diggs, uclean, your mom.

have fun.

happy word search day!

Tuesday, September 05, 2006

labour day

i took the matriarchs to walmart yesterday.
i don't think people truly understand how much i adore these two women. i'm guessing it's mostly because i love only two groups of people in this world- those who love me, and those who remind me of myself. my grandmother and great aunt are part of the elite few who fall into both categories.
i feel this statement justifies the use of a venn diagram...

anyways, i enjoy them mostly because they feed my narcissism, but also because they're hilarious. they spent most of the afternoon arguing about who was more feeble. they both made some pretty good arguments about why the other might keel over any second. my grandmother explained that my great aunt had a dizzy spell a couple of weeks ago, has high blood pressure, and a doctors appointment tomorrow. my great aunt brought my grandmother's thyroid condition and thin blood, and looked very smug when we took turns at walmart's blood pressure machine and my grandmother's pulse was "0".
it all came to a mighty climax at the check out stand when my great aunt started helping my walking corpse of a grandmother load her groceries onto the counter. my grandmother glanced back, yelled "NOOO!!", rushed over to my great aunt and pushed her away yelling, "your heart is racing! it's racing!!" my great aunt shoved back and said, "let me help you! let me help you!!"
it was, quite honestly, the funniest thing i've ever seen.


ah, to be 90.

Friday, September 01, 2006

let me entertain you

so... i'm supposed to be translating ingredient information into french, and you wouldn't believe how confusing it is.
and also boring.
actually, you guys seem pretty sympathetic. i bet you'd totally believe translating junk like "modified corn starch" and "carnauba wax" into french is mind numbing for multiple reasons.
thanks. you're always there for me.

anyways... ya, i don't speak french.
at all.
and i'm pretty sure i had a dream like this once.
not in a good way like martin luther king jr and the musical "gypsy".
in the "nightmare on elm street" my job is so diabolically dull it's trying to kill me in my sleep kind of a way.

so, naturally i've been goofing around a lot on the internet- imdb-ing, google-ing, and wikihow-ing (thus far i've learned how to shoot a free throw (just remember balance, elbow, eyes, and follow through (or beef)) and how to join the amish). that is, i've been goofing around on the internet when i'm not trying to avoid the 19 year old who's tried to get me to go out with him every day this week.

i guess what i'm really trying to say is...
my life is strange.

and i hate my job.