Introducing Kaitlin...

Ok, first, let me just say that I have decided to go about this situation being very honest and very open so that I can make the absolute most of it. That’s how I’ve determined to live my life, besides this is technically anonymous because no one will really know my true identity – at least that’s what Angel has promised me. And she’d better be straight up with that or I will cut a bitch. Yes, I have a foul mouth at times, but honey, I’m not going to mince my words for anyone. While the rest of these girls run around here being prim and proper, I’m cutting it straight – first off, though, I’m a proud 34 and yes, I’m still single.


And no, I don’t have any kids, and before anyone asks, I don’t even know if I plan on having any at all. Does that make me a sad old hag? I don’t know, the whole kids and marriage thing is just kinda, well, not my scene right now, but I know that I’m a whirlwind of freakin’ contradictions so, who the hell knows what could happen within the next couple of years. All I know is that today of all days, the cramps from hell are threatening my sanity and Angel is telling me I need to blog about damn my life so that I can gain some perspective and learn something in the process. Sorry, I’m digressing here…let’s see what else is going on in my faux-fab life right now? Well, while I may not be playing hop scotch toward the alter right now, unlike someone else I know (read: Angel, read: running kicking and screaming LOLs), I am currently dating, but more on that later, because I don’t know how much longer it’ll last, so why write about a drive-by?

Everyone tells me that I have such crude ideals about men, but its mainly because I’m finding that most men aren’t quite meeting my standards. I’m sorry, its true, I mean (ok, I will tell you this little tidbit), I’m a photographer, so I believe me, I’ve run into my fair share of Abercrombie and Fitch and Ford model types, but these walking dicks have absolutely no brains at all (see: me rolling my eyes). I’ve worked very hard to get to where I am, and the chaos and insanity that I’m watching a lot of these acquaintances my age go through just doesn’t seem to be worth it. Angel can barely even go home without being lynched by her fucking family for dating outside of her race. WTF? This is 20-Fucking-10!

Ok, I’m freaking out because my flight’s just been delayed by three hours and I don’t know if I’ll make my connection. Fucking great! My luggage had better make the flight this time. XOXO - K