i'll start off with the obvious.. If you didn't know kate, post along side kate, or love kate: stay out of this thread.
anyway, so i got word that Kate, yes the ex-poster, moved back to Austin. She let me know, but because i didn't want to get emotionally attached, i kept my distance. well she posted on her private Facebook that she was working as a hairstylist now, and through my investigation, i found the location.
Worried, i popped a valium and several xanax, and drove over to her place of work. I get in and there's a unsightly bull dyke at the front desk. this is where i'd love to tell you it was her and she had got really unattractive and vile. unfortunately it's at this moment i'm drawing my conclusion when i spot her, cute short haircut, smiling, arm sleeve of roses tattoo (just like ones she used to draw for me on MSN) cutting someone's hair and giggling while doing it. this is almost too much.
"yes, i'd like a haircut, thank you."
"i'll put you with Kate, she's almost finished."
oh my fucking god, it's been... 5 years?! And it really is her. i nervously poked at my phone until she called my name. i was very nervous, but continued to be charming and smiling. she didn't recognize me it's been so long. We chatted for 45 minutes. Just like old times only with less lewd jokes, even if there were a few. Fuck was she perfect. Fucking more perfect than i remember, we were giggling, and at one point she even said my voice was familiar. i wonder if she actually knows it was me (probably not) and was just masterfully trolling as she had always done. the princess. her cool, soft, hands running through my hair, whimsically feather texturing the top of my head. this is how it was suppose to be. this is how it was until she moved to Ohio. At least this maybe means she left that fauxhawk drummer cunt from Cincy alone. my thoughts raced as we giggled about how degenerate the subhuman troglodytes were at the Albertsons grocery next to the place of her work. carefully telling me anecdotes of how she saw a few barefoot, black-toed individuals walk in there on Saturday... this sweet thing, working her entire weekend away. if she was back with me she'd never have to work another day in her lovely little life. she was my everything. the conversation progressed as she started to cut my bangs. she hinted at how bad she wanted to see Kanye at ACL... just like old times, Kanye talks. the only lyrics in my head is how she's my devil, she's my angel, she's my heaven, she's my hell, she's my now, she's my forever, she's my freedom, she's my jail, she's my lies, she's my truth, she's my war, she's my truce, she's my questions, she's my proof, she's my stress and she's my masseuse followed by a Village original remix of picturing her in a white dress. She lives alone in an apartment and wants a cat. My little sleep-deprived angel claimed to be a tad hungover, but my sexy little haircut showed no signs of that. momthinksimemotionallydrained
