i like to paint, sculpt, crochet, sew... really just make anything.  i love thinking up stuff i want and how i could make it myself.  recently i've been thining alot about making lamps.

A Perfect Circle, Atmosphere, The Beatles, Ben Folds 5, Blues Traveler, Bob Dylan, Counting Crows, Damien Rice, Dashboard, Death Cab, The Decemberists, The Format, Incubus, Janis Joplin, Jimmy Eat World, Our Lady Peace, The Postal Service, The Shins, Teegan & Sara, Tool... and on and on...

A Hard Day's Night, Amelie, Brick, City of God, City of Lost Children, Crash, Dawn of the Dead (old), Evil Dead, Garden State, It, Night of the Living Dead, Once Upon A Time In America, The Professional, Taxi Driver, Traffic, Yellow Submarine... and on and on... 

in chronological order:

Heather and i were roommates in the first treament center i was admitted to whe i was 15 or so and she hated me. she was diagnosed as psychotic/scitzophrenic and i was diagnosed with major depression.  after we got out we were in Out Patent treatment together and she began to like me then.  she was accepted into new scool for the arts in scottsdale, AZ not long after i was.  when she was 16 she moved back to spain (her country of origin).  at 18 she moved back to the states and we got an apartment together.  after a few months we agreed that we wanted to travel and left.  within a year we found ourselves in wisconsin. i had gotten off the streets and she got strung out.  i started using shortly after.  she moved back to spain a few months later and has been there since.  she in currently traveling spain and squatting.

tidbit about heather:  she hates feet.

i met Alice when we were 18 in madison, wisconsin.  i was homeless, she wasn't married.  her family left me live with them for a few months and i shared a room with alice and her sister joyce.  when i moved in with my now ex-boyfriend emmanuel and started doing dope she stayed my friend.  i know it was hard for her, but she would visit me and listen while i told her how miserable i was... even while puking in trash cans.  i came back to az to get clean on june 11th, 2003.  i was in detox on her wedding day.  at 5 months clean she and her husband shaun invited me to live with them in sun prairie and even payed for my greyhound ticket.  the marrage was not going well and some people at the church they attended manipulated them into finding a scape-goat: me.  shaun said i had the "spirit of jezabel" over me, because i had a boyfriend and they told me i had to leave. after a while of only talking to eachother avery few months i ran into alice and shaun at a jimmy eat world show in madison.  not long after, alice and shaun got separated and alice and i started talking more regularly.  this girl has about the best work ethic of anyone i know and busts her hump to be successful.  she is a hair stylist and works at a mac counter.  even with all the shit we've been through together i think we both feel that we can tell eachother anything.  we love eachother like sisters and that's hard to find. i'm trying to convince her to visit az, so i can convince her to move here... no luck yet...

tidbit about alice: she laughs while she cries.

 i fucking love this picture...

Gabe and i met around the time i moved into jordan's house.  in the chaos of early sobriety she would often crash there and since we didn't hang out with many other women we quickly grew close.  i was actually sort of intimidated by gabe, because she is witty and hilarious.  when she talks people listen.  she's not the most demonstrative person and can be very sarcastic, but it didn't take long for me to see she cared about me.  it still sort of suprises me.  she was there for me when i was diagnosed with anxiety and agoraphobia.  she stayed patient when i had anxiety attacks and was freaking out.  she was there when i was diagnosed with hep c and even came with me when i had my liver biopsy.  she is encouraging and was one of the few people who was like, "katie, you're too fucking smart not to be going to school."  once you get to know her she gets goofy and emotional.  before i moved back to az she gave me her favorite quilt, which she made by hand.

tidbit about gabe:  she's more of a pussy than she lets off.