I'm Sorry

I'm sorry.
I colored my hair last night
And left splatters of dye on the rug.
I made a mug of coffee this morning
And left the grounds in the drain.
I grabbed the last box of tissues
And you had to use your sleeve for tears.

I'm sorry.
I brushed my hair
And left the strands in the comb.
I forgot it was the weekend
And my alarm rang out at six a.m.
I lost the ambition to quit
And I took your Camel Wides.

I'm sorry.
I'm not sorry for
What I left behind.
I'm sorry for running away form your hopes.
I'm sorry for you walking into my room,
My bags were packed and gone,
My whereabouts posted unknown,
My stuffed animals gone from my bed,
And you were left to cry on the dirty carpet.
I'm sorry for the words left unspoken,
The signs un-noticed,
The hostility overpowering,
The ostensible affection.

I'm sorry.

-Kate Caretto

Orgy: Blue Monday

How does it feel to treat me like you do?
When you've laid your hands upon me
And told me who you are
I thought I was mistaken
I thought I heard your words
Tell me
How do I feel? tell me now
How do I feel

How does it feel?
How should I feel?
Tell me how does it feel?
To treat me like you do

Those who came before me
Lived through their vocations
From the past until completion
They'll turn away no more
And I still find it so hard
To say what I need to say
But I'm quite sure that you'll tell me
Just how I should feel today

I see ship in the harbor
I can and shall obey
But if it wasn't for your misfortunes
I'd be a heavenly person today
And I thought I was mistaken
And I thought I heard you speak
Tell me now
How should I feel
Now I stand here waiting...
I thought I told you to leave me
While I walked down to the beach
Tell me how does it feel
when your heart grows cold

How does it feel?
How should I feel?
Tell me how does it feel?
To treat me like you do

"Do you know how fast you were going meow?"

-Super Toopers

Hey all. Winter is here it seems. It feels like school and I am thrilled. I think that I want to stay at a college indefinitely. Starbucks, Borders, late night libraries, weekend sports celebrations with no interest in the actual game, hungover weekend days with family, quick breakfasts, quicker lunches, do-I-have-to dinners, I'll-call-you-backs. Yes, college is the life for me.

October saw a 15.8 second quarter mile for my baby. Not bad for nine years old and a hundred and ninety three thousand miles. I love my car.

I need more time to write. I think we should all campaign for longer weekends. There should be like a pre-weekend and then the actual weekend. Toronto should last longer too...
The Royal Agricultural Winter Fair, Toronto, ON, Canada.
This is one of my future essay subjects, among these to:

-How I need to change, how I can change the world
-My love for my car
-Get-into-vet-school essay
-I-could-use-a-scholarship essay

I'll try to work on those...

Only four weeks until I go to Toronto! I can't wait. This year is going to rock, if it's the only good thing about this year. I will also have had this blog for a year. Kinda sad...

Thing One, Conrad, Sally. Conrad, Sally, Thing One.

Thing Two, Conrad, Sally. Conrad, Sally, Thing Two.

Thing One, Thing Two. Thing Two, Thing One. Conrad, Sally. Sally, Conrad.

I am the Cat. Don't belittle me.

Ah, yes, of course.

Thing Two would like to clarify that just because he wears the number two...

does not imply in any way that he's inferior to Thing One.

And all of the above.

He says you may feel free to call him Thing "A," if you like.

He will also accept Super Thing, Thing King, Kid Dynamite,

Chocolate Thun-Da... or Ben.

The Cat in the Hat

She folded his sweatshirt,
Neat and clean jus like
The lines between them.

She placed it in the box with
His Christmas present;
A time they never got to share.
He only saw the times when they were apart.

She took a forced breath,
And closed her eyes,
His face already fading in her memory,
His fragrance still an aegis to reality.

She printed his address from
Her birthday card, a
Memento from happier times,
Maybe the only one.

She mailed it out two weeks late.
Prolonging what was already gone.

She sent it out with every good feeling left,
And sealed it with silence,
Realizing too late that she had given him
What was left of her.

-Kate Caretto

D 12: How Come

[Eminem:] So I changed huh? You got a phone, pick it up, call me

How come we dont even talk no more
And you dont even call no more
We dont barely keep in touch at all
And I dont even feel the same love when we hug no more
And I heard it through the grape vine we even beefin now
After all the years we been down
Aint no way no how, this bullshit can't be true
We family and aint a damn thing changed, unless it's you

[Verse 1: Eminem]
So young, so full of life in vibrant side by side wherever you was ridin' i went
So close, almost on some bonnie and clyde shit
When ronnie died you weres right by my side with a sholder to cry on
Tissue to wipe my eyes, and a bucket to catch every tear i cried inside it
You even had the same type of childhood i did
Sometimes i just want to know why is it that you surcame to yours
And mine i survived it, you ran the streets, i 9 to 5'd it
We grew up, grew apart, as time went by us, then i blew up
To both yours and mine surprises
Now i feel the vibe i just cant describe it
As much as your pride tries to hide it
Your cold, you touch its like ice
In your eyes is the look of resenment
I can sense it, and i dont like it

[Verse 2: Kon Artis]

It was my dream at first to be on spittin a verse
On my own album with a deal but shit got worse
So i came out i woulda killed a nigga first
Before i let him disrespect me and check me over some worste
Some bitch that i wasnt with i would hit her then quit
But you would pull a talk with her and tell her she was the shit
I told you dont get involved in it, you was smokin the chron with her
Comin out of the bar with her stumblin half drunk
Like yall was husband and wife or somethin
But me catchin her fuckin other niggers musta hurt you pride or somethin
Cuz you wont fuck at the mouth with people like you wanted with me
When all i tried to do was show you that your bitch was shifty
And ever since the fans and all the shit that i produced
You actin like i aint you man and lyin like she can't be loose
But i am really you friend, i'm jus trying to tell you the truth
But dont hate the game or the player
Cuz the one that is changing is you

[Verse 3: Proof]

You're only at the top cuz my homie had to stop
Now we actin like i gotta live only for the block
Homies in the hood only she be on the tube
Only gossip on the porch get to speakin on who
Fools i used to rap with all expect magic
Like my finger get to snappin and *poof* it jus happen
But PROOF is jus actin out the party was stoned
Shady made it so my babys aint starvin at home
See the devil in you grin since the ghetto we been friends
Whenever real intelligence thats forever till the end
I be the hatred in your eyes and the satan in your lives
And wastin my times with these snakes in disguise
(how come) when you talk its with bitter is fight
And (how come) it's my fault for what you did with your life
And everytime i go to hear you and play you look away
We barely embrace, you can't even look me in my face.