Nicknames: Leena, Kat, Slates
Birthday: June 7, 1986
Sexuality: Probably… slutty. Rubbing elbows with cute girls in suits. Taking cute suits off boys. Cute people in suits? Cute people out of suits.
Time Zone: PST (Pacific)
What time and date is it there: daytime
Average hours of sleep I get each night: 7 to 9. Otherwise I get… unpleasant.
The last thing I Googled was: ”under sink bathroom shelf’ apparently. That is much less interesting than it usually is.
My most used phrase(s): I’ve got a lot of verbal ticks. Having a difficult time thinking of any though.
First word that comes to mind: pants
What I last said to a family member: Prolly love you too to my mum. Does e-talking count? It totally.
One place that makes me happy and why: Underwater. If I could install gills I’d be a happy little camper.
How many blankets I sleep under: It depends on the time of year.
Favourite beverage(s): If I hadn’t just quit coffee, it’d probably be coffee. Milk? I drink too much milk.
The last movie I watched in the cinema: Guardians of the Galaxy
Three things I can’t live without: bodies of water, puppies, friend humans
Something I plan on to learn: How to do a handstand
A piece of advice for all my followers: Don’t take my advice.
You all have to listen to this song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Twyrmr4sMow Just do it
My Blogs(s): This tumblr, dog tumblr, comic tumblr, other comic tumblr, other dog tumblr… livejournal I don’t usually use except to bitch about stuff… I have too many blogs. I kind of tend to… disassociate stuff.
I’m a bit drunk, so I’m sorry if this is… a bit all over the place.
So, it was super super fucking hot (hotter than Portland usually gets for more than a week at a time) and Andrew and I were tired of it in our non-air conditioned 100 year old building. So we decided to go to a movie. Because we are cheap fat lushes, we decided to go to one of the multitude of second run pizza and beer theaters in Portland to watch Only Lovers Left Alive to watch attractive (nordic?) vampires. Unfortunately everyone else in Portland had the same idea.
So we were standing in line, awaiting… whichever movie would have us. As we’re standing there, this dude slunks out of the theater. For some reason, both Andrew and I have the issue where we look like A Very Good Person To Ask A Favor Of. So of course this guy beelines for us.
Super high guy: Hey… I got caught sneaking into the movies… I need someone to swap identities with me.
SHG: I’ll give it right back!
Me: I… I don’t think that’s how it works.
SHG: Maybe not in twenty thirteen, but this is like… this is twenty.. FOURTEEN!
Me (using the same command I use on our small dogs, while pointing down the road): Out.
Him: Okay… I love you.
Me: I love you too.
Then he just… left? I was kind of impressed that my dog commands worked on a real live person, and that he wasn’t upset, just sort of dejected that he got kicked out of a movie and then told he couldn’t swap identities with anyone.
Oh right and then we couldn’t see Only Lovers Left Alive because it was full. So we watched Grand Budapest Hotel and I cried a bunch and this was the whole reason I was telling this story.
this is your life: you’re half drunk on a warm night on the last day of your best job (and you can’t wait for the next one to start). your favorite bartender asked you where you’d been and said “well, you look happy,” and you are happy. you are, maybe for the first time, exactly right in your skin, alone on your porch and looking for fireflies and pretending to read but mostly just watching the sky.
I was downtown tonight and I passed this group of big kinda scary looking guys and all I heard was “are you fucking kidding me? harry potter wouldn’t last 10 minutes in the hunger games.”