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"two synapses away from being paralyzed with the fear of failure.
and oh my god i have the most beautiful fucking shirt..."
More about Kat
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More About Kat
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Schools (Other):
montessori school taught me i could use clay to learn my fractions
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Occupation:
cheetah ventriloquist
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Affiliations:
joy. after joy: arrest, trial, prison, murdered in prison.
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Hobbies and Interests:
benzodiazepines, finding new and exciting ways of procuring benzodiazepines, robots (but only the ones on birth control)
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Favorite Books:
the pet goat
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Favorite Movies:
anything with sexy teenage cheerleaders or claymation characters.
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Favorite Music:
tribute albums featuring actors from science fiction shows, songs about AIDS and other pandemics, like SARS or monkeypox
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Favorite TV Shows:
mr. happy's pixel rodeo (the white snowy channel)
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Zodiac Sign:
Cancer
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About Me:
two synapses away from being paralyzed with the fear of failure.
and oh my god i have the most beautiful fucking shirt that has an airbrushed painting of a rearing unicorn surrounded by glitter-covered butterflies on it. my best friend tried to get rid the oil stain on the hem by spraying it with WD-40 and now it reeks of a car repair shop, despite multiple washings. but friends, that doesn't stop me from wearing it. oh no. in fact, i wore it the night i made friends with scott thompson of kids in the hall. i sang "three little maids from school" from gilbert and sullivan's The Mikado for him. he loved it. he LAUGHED AND LAUGHED.
would you like this pair of giant specs?
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Who I Want to Meet:
andre agassi and steffi graf's superbaby and the man who wrote "the pet goat". people who wear adidas running shorts from the 1970s without a trace of irony.
and willing virgins.
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Testimonials and Comments for Kat
if kids in the hall were still on, you'd be a star.
no shit... this girl is clever. banter with her is like banter with no other. see that picture of her belly with the word "rock" scrawled on it, humina, humina, eh?
town for the first time. She was young
and beautiful and Hank liked her
immediately. He took a loaded gun and
pointed it to my temple, cocked it and
said, "Boy, I love that woman. Now you
can either give her to me or I'm going to
kill you."
I sat there and thought it over for a
minute. "Wouldn't that be great? To be
killed by Hank Williams!"
want your life to turn instantly amazing,
you should KNOW Kat Borel. Things
happen around Kat Borel. Incredible
things. Meeting incredible people.
Having revelations. Running from the
cops.
not take her title lightly. Most criminals
would be satisfied with one successful
con in an evening-- but not Kat. She
keeps searching for the elusive one, the
perfect scarf. Keep stealing, Kat, and
keep reaching for the stars!
we started down that road to
friendship...what went wrong?!? was it
when you said "not tonight, will. i'm
tired" and then rolled over and went to
sleep? or was it when i would only
address your chest, never ever directly
speaking to your face? things were
going sooooo well. brrr it's cold out and
i miss you. awww...gay = sad.
already have. Except louder...and with
more hash. Or maybe not.
paw
WOOF WOOF