My name is Luka. I live on the second floor. I live upstairs from you. Yes, I think you've seen me before.
You ever get a song stuck in your head and then realize it's a really depressing song?
My name is actually Katarina, but most people call me Kat. I'm Italian-American. (No, I'm not a mob-princess. But I should be.) I'm an only child. (That means I'm spoiled.) I own a bakery downtown, Dolce Patisserie, and run it with my pastry chef Frankie. (It's short for Francois. He's 28 and he's from Lyon, France. He hates the name Frankie.)
In my free time, I like to do volunteer work. Currently I'm working with Children's Hospital, Operation Nightwatch, CASA, and Komen Puget Sound. To get on my soap box for a moment, I'd encourage everyone to find at least one cause that means something to them and volunteer even one afternoon a month. It's really satisfying.
I like the usual: food, contact sports, and singing karaoke. I will kick anyone's ass at American Idol Encore on my 360.
Oh. And I have three fiesty BFFs who should never be allowed out in public, but that's what makes them so loveable. We're practically livin' la vida Sex and the City.