Well, Kayt is 25 and has been out of college for three years now. She received her bachelor's in fine arts (drawing) and thus can say "Would you like fries with that?" and "May I suggest the death by chocolate for desert?" It would behoove you to remember that only she can make that sort of joke, you cannot. Truth be told, she has only worked in the exotic industry of food twice, and both times were prior to graduation.

Since graduating, Kayt has developed tendonitis in one ankle due to a summer of standing on ladders, painting houses, and being butch in general*. She has lived in Milwaukee (WI), Madison (WI), Fredricksburg (VA), Alexandria (VA), Charlottesville (VA) and can once again be found in Madison. The move to Fredricksburg, VA was prompted by a dream job editing roughly translated (often-smutty) Japanese comic books. She figured she'd take a job for two years and then look at Grad Schools.

Everybody has a bad boss story. Kayt's boss in Fredricksburg was worse. He had one ear, a Napoleon complex (except Napoleon had victories in life), and a voice as soothing as Steven Hawkins singing campfire songs. She'd bitch about it, but it doesn't matter now. He's so screwed.

So, Kayt gained a boy friend (let's call him Drew) and moved again, (this time to Alexandria, outside of DC). She started work at the Clay Café Studios where her skills with people and art were put to work. During this employment stint she also gained Helene Safford, the best-damned boss a girl could have. Helene had both ears, deserved the occasional chip on her shoulder, and was tech-savvy.

Then the Drew got a better job in Charlottesville working for Kesmai. This was a good thing, the company he'd been working for (Discovery) were scum-sucking bastards.

So, Kayt moved too. She worked a suck-ass job in a Quilts and Expensive Shit store. She dyed her hair blaze-pink, faxed doodles of mutilated Beanie Babies to workers at other stores. Kayt was a little whacked out. She found a better job at Glaze n' Blaze, a contemporary ceramics studio.

She wore an apron with Harley Quinn on it, painted stuff, was a hit with the kids, and developed a small following of lesbian customers. Kayt was cute, loveable, and becoming increasingly aware of the fact that she MIGHT, just might, have a problem with seasonal depression. Her final clue? The night spaghetti made her cry.

A few dark months followed. She and Drew did not have fun with the whole seasonal depression thing. Kayt realized that she cared for Drew, but couldn't live in a place where he was the only thing there for her.

In March of 1999, Kayt moved back to Madison and aced her GRE's. She got a dull job at the UW Madison for the summer. This job gave her the free-time to create a mindless web page about herself. Right now she's skull-deep in classes. Kayt is technically a special student at the UW Madison where she's taking 6 credits of Japanese and a Japanese history class. She also works at the bestest damned video store you've ever been to. She's applying to teach in Japan in the year 2000.

Kayt and Drew had high phone bills for a while. Kayt also used up a great deal of tissue and eye drops. Drew was not a bad person, and neither was Kayt. But a great deal of things, far to personal to post on a web page, changed Kayt's heart in difficult ways. Perhaps they talk occasionally about safe topics...but that is their buisness. She read his web page before updating this. March 13th..even she can remember that date.

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