Who I am changes on a daily basis. If you're that interested, then sit down, shut up, and take notes.
Kathleen is a root beer addict. A white teeshirt and denim. Photobooths. A 4am Walmart shopper. Sleeping in. IFC meets KFC. Googled. Tan lines. Stonewashed, boot-cut & frayed. Online journals. Rainbow Brite meets South Park. Spiral notebooks. A believer. A dreamer. Zippo lighters. Marlboro reds and a shot of Vodka. Wristwatch averse. Kerouac. Flying to Paris for $80. Yoga for Dummies. Self-curling mascara. Tobasco and Tequila. Watching 'Jepoardy' in German. An unconditional lover. Glasses instead of contacts. I'm with the band. Southern Style - extra sweet, no lemon. Neil Gaiman. Sleeping in a hammock. A smiley-face tongue ring. Harry Potter. Role playing until 7am - and going to work at 9. A Tolkien lover. Cherry Coke. A kisser of frogs. A cat person. Quoting Shakespeare and Beavis & Butthead in the same sentence. Going down on you on a merry-go-round. Red Kool-Aid. Blood-red toenails. Patriotic - not socially and politically blind. Not voting for Bush. A front porch swing. A slight twang. The Complete Idiot's Guide to Eastern Philosophy. Soy yogurt. A Latin scholar. John Mayer's stalker. Mechanical pencils. Eraseable pens. Just five more minutes. An astrology nut. A purvy eyeliner fancier. Bridget Jones meets Dame Edna. Overdue. Underpaid. Sharpie markers. Lactose intolerant. Eating ice cream from the carton. Silver, not gold. Turquoise, not diamonds. Free love. Free parking. Free music. Norah Jones. Smoking in bars. Crocheting. XXX. Sexy hobbits. Butterfly kisses. Not opposed to dating your dad. Duct tape-friendly. Flea marketing. Chronically late. Fruit Roll Ups. Your mom on acid. A habitual user. Walks in the gutter.