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~*Katania~*</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katsramblesthroughlife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566327729467092620/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katsramblesthroughlife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>*~Katania~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02914413150722961667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J5BO99wKywA/TwI_99Sk6YI/AAAAAAAAAGU/ymSTzhF_gEc/s220/Newme.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>67</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-566327729467092620.post-8178548114613795738</id><published>2011-05-08T22:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T22:58:15.848+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='easter egg'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inane'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chocolate'/><title type='text'>Inane post that makes no bloody sense :D</title><content type='html'>This will make NO sense:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Listening to The Hoosiers, 'Cops and Robbers'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Newly showered and sitting at my little coffee table I am trying to pin down exactly what has been bothering me lately. I'm not too sure what is exactly wrong, other than coming off these tablets is making me very irrational and it's driving me fucking insane. I feel like I am going mental and I know how people joke that I am mentsal etc but I worry that I am going mental. The little chinese doctor I go and see now (Dr.Wong or Wing, seriously, it is) keep saying 'What are you meaning 'mental?' Now..I am not being rude but I need someone who understands what I am talking about. She is very nice though and I don't want to seem rude by not going to her again but I'd like someone to talk to :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How ever I seem to other people I am always focused in my mind (well, used to be) and I knew what I was saying and what would happen if I did a certain thing or said a certain something. I am unsure now of so much and it confuses the hell out of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get angry. I get angry and irritable and I cannot stop myself. Even going off for a break and coming back helped for what, a day? I don't want to be like this foerever, please. I know the side effects of stopping Keppra are not nice at all and I am suffering with them now. It's like going cold turkey or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't sleep.&lt;br /&gt;I don't eat.&lt;br /&gt;My vision swims constantly.&lt;br /&gt;I cannot get words right and/or sentences to work.&lt;br /&gt;When I write, some letters are often backwards or I miss letter from words. Example: Keep instead of Keeping. The 'ing' has gone God knows where.&lt;br /&gt;Basic stuff that I have learnt before seems so difficult now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I am losing my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how many times they tell me it'll be okay, I keep worrying that it won't. The counsellor is really nice and I do enjoy chatting with her. It doesn't help though. I feel awful as I feel like I am wasting her time and everyone else's. Sometimes I get a horrible feeling in my chest that everyone hates me. I know that's my anxiety playing up but it's really scary. It's hard to explain exactly what happens as it's so sudden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Listening to Ultrabeat vs Darren Styles, 'Discolights.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just had to have a break from this and nip downstairs as the electric went out again. This hellhole drives me insane. All that I worked for, all those extra hours and sleepless nights desperate to please were for nothing. One day was all it took. One day and everything was gone. My life, my relationship, my friendships and more importantly me. I went. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I look into the mirror and I am sure it's not me looking back. That may sound bloody mental but it's how I feel. Don't like it, don't read it etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People say I seem better and that I'll be back to normal. I don't think so somehow. It's been 2 years nearly and I've changed, I don't think I can un-change now. It's sad as they have no idea how much I hate some of them. I hate them and the perfect and untroubled little lives they lead. I hate them so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Listening to The Feeling, 'Show some love.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's another thing. Listening to this song sort of makes me sad and cheers me up at the same time. I wish I could honestly love someone so honestly and completely that I didn't worry about the relationship every day. I don't think I'll ever be able to do that, after a while I just stop loving them. It's horrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am an incredible flirt, when I say incredible I don't mean 'nobody can resist the charm I exude from ever pore of my being,' I mean by 'Jesus, calm it down.' It's not that I think it's bad to flirt, it's just sometimes I worry that people think I'm...well...y'know...which I'm not. It's weird but I'm really not like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Listening to Sam Sparrow, 'Black and Gold.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this bloody song. I like singing it as it makes me grin :) I have skipped the next song as it's 'Rose/Rosie' by The Feeling and I may cry like a bitch. I do love it though as it's lovely. I wish I could have someone sing that to me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and your friends&lt;br /&gt;Boxes of ten&lt;br /&gt;Cool to the touch&lt;br /&gt;You warn me so much&lt;br /&gt;The white to your left&lt;br /&gt;The red to your right&lt;br /&gt;Are all that I’d seen&lt;br /&gt;Til I realised the love that I seek&lt;br /&gt;Lies right in-between&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rose&lt;br /&gt;I love ya&lt;br /&gt;Especially today&lt;br /&gt;Rose&lt;br /&gt;I love your delicate way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chill in my veins&lt;br /&gt;Relieves me from pain&lt;br /&gt;Again and again&lt;br /&gt;I lose all control&lt;br /&gt;Your taking your toll&lt;br /&gt;And I'm no longer sane&lt;br /&gt;Dont be afraid&lt;br /&gt;The love that I show is the love that you made&lt;br /&gt;So dont be afraid&lt;br /&gt;'Cos your in control&lt;br /&gt;I'm just your slave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rose,&lt;br /&gt;I love ya,&lt;br /&gt;Especially today,&lt;br /&gt;Rose,&lt;br /&gt;I love your delicate way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont let him put you down&lt;br /&gt;I won't let him put you down&lt;br /&gt;'Cos your as good as the rest&lt;br /&gt;And you're much better dressed&lt;br /&gt;I think pink is my colour&lt;br /&gt;I wont drink from no other&lt;br /&gt;Never!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I love ya&lt;br /&gt;Especially today&lt;br /&gt;Especially this way&lt;br /&gt;Oh Rose&lt;br /&gt;I want ya&lt;br /&gt;Believe me this way&lt;br /&gt;Rose&lt;br /&gt;I love your delicate way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so I did listen to it and yes I am sad now :D! Where is the logic? Where the hell is it for God sake? Obviously I am not called Rose...that would be weird. Also, if anyone ever sings it to me I think I'll laugh. Daft thing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Listening to Scouting for Girls, 'Heartbeat.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, where was I? No idea. Okay! I am feeling somewhat better, despite the fact the cat thinks he is a parrot and is scratching my arm to shit. I shall tolerate him as he is my little boy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Listening to The Feeling, 'Helicopter.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I've had this feeling before&lt;br /&gt;my heart is crawling in the mud mud mud&lt;br /&gt;I'd feel much better I'm sure&lt;br /&gt;if I had a helicopter.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want a helicopter though. Maybe a...jellywopter? Or whatever the daft kids say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I have someone else suggesting a radio station for me to listen to I may freakin' implode. Anyone seen Stressed Eric? Me that is. The whole throbbing (fnarr) temple thing? Me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God I wish this water was wine. Where is Jesus when you want him? I have wine in the fridge but I need to be up early-ish and I don't want to go down the drinking route again. Nooo, that was a bad few years :/ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smashed my easter egg. I wished it was a skull, but they wouldn't taste as nice as the chocolate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This whole post is going to make no sense (wrote snes then!) as it's just basically me sat here thinking of stuff and writing it down. I shall read this back and think 'Fuck sake, shut up.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also: Why don't people say what the hell they mean? All these mind games, that is why people are so fucked in the brain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching Sarahs rabbit until Thursday. It is Sunday today...the thing will be dead by then as it drives me mad. In all seriousness, it frightens me. It looks at me and I can't fathom what it's thinking. Same as snakes and spiders. I don't understand them and I don't like them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Listening to Pendulum, 'Propane Nightmares.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You listen to this and tell me that it doesn't sound like Inspector Gadget! At about 1:06 until 1:15, get it on. Get it on NOW and write back to me and agree. NOW :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right...that was an inane post. Off to go and do something...or not :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/566327729467092620-8178548114613795738?l=katsramblesthroughlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katsramblesthroughlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8178548114613795738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=566327729467092620&amp;postID=8178548114613795738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566327729467092620/posts/default/8178548114613795738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566327729467092620/posts/default/8178548114613795738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katsramblesthroughlife.blogspot.com/2011/05/inane-post-that-makes-no-bloody-sense-d.html' title='Inane post that makes no bloody sense :D'/><author><name>*~Katania~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02914413150722961667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J5BO99wKywA/TwI_99Sk6YI/AAAAAAAAAGU/ymSTzhF_gEc/s220/Newme.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-566327729467092620.post-7652973947643809467</id><published>2011-02-10T01:39:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-02-10T01:40:43.862Z</updated><title type='text'>Sick</title><content type='html'>I am completely empty. Just empty. I feel like there's nothing left in me to give. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sick of this place, these people...everything. Everyone is the same. I just need to get the fuck away from here and start again. I think I'll look about moving away, maybe I can start again then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/566327729467092620-7652973947643809467?l=katsramblesthroughlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katsramblesthroughlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7652973947643809467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=566327729467092620&amp;postID=7652973947643809467' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566327729467092620/posts/default/7652973947643809467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566327729467092620/posts/default/7652973947643809467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katsramblesthroughlife.blogspot.com/2011/02/sick.html' title='Sick'/><author><name>*~Katania~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02914413150722961667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J5BO99wKywA/TwI_99Sk6YI/AAAAAAAAAGU/ymSTzhF_gEc/s220/Newme.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-566327729467092620.post-8037707971850783987</id><published>2011-01-28T14:46:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-01-28T14:55:56.059Z</updated><title type='text'>The hardest thing...</title><content type='html'>...I've had to do. Writing an email to my boyfriend(?) very difficult. I've sat crying for most of the day and when I'm not crying I am sniffling all the time. My friend was meant to take me out today but I've had to cry off (heh) and say I'm not feeling well. I don't want to depress anyone else over this. Except all you poor buggers reading this message!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've forgotten when I tookmy last tablets, everything has gone completely out of my mind other than my impending relationship break down and I don't think I've eaten since Wednesday...actually...not I haven't eaten since Wednesday...shit :/ I'm not hungry though, my tummy is full of bubbling lava and if I eat anything I may be sick. I have been sick quite a lot anyway and I don't want to be doing that anymore as it hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to Birmingham tomorrow and shall do my best to cheer myself up for it, lest I ruin the event for everyone else. I would cancel, but I'll let so many people down and my hotel is already booked...for two people...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm mentally and physically exhausted and I know people are worried about me. Please don't. Whatever has happened has obviously been my fault, I'm not sure how, but maybe it's best if I go and be dormant for a bit. I'd love to go and see my mother for a few days and I've been contemplating braving the train on my own, but I'm not sure if I can. I may see if I can pay my father to take me as I think I need to go away from everyone and hibernate for a bit as I am obviously upsetting people. I am very glad I have deleted Facebook, that way people can't look at my statuses and think 'oh GOD!' I am just using this and twitter occasionally. Mainly this blog though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't like what you read, stop reading, basically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it for now. I've had no acknowledgment that he has received my email, I know he is at work but I think he's ignoring me. Which is fine, he'll be able to read my reply email at his own leisure then instead of a phone call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll see you lot soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/566327729467092620-8037707971850783987?l=katsramblesthroughlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katsramblesthroughlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8037707971850783987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=566327729467092620&amp;postID=8037707971850783987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566327729467092620/posts/default/8037707971850783987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566327729467092620/posts/default/8037707971850783987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katsramblesthroughlife.blogspot.com/2011/01/hardest-thing.html' title='The hardest thing...'/><author><name>*~Katania~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02914413150722961667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J5BO99wKywA/TwI_99Sk6YI/AAAAAAAAAGU/ymSTzhF_gEc/s220/Newme.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-566327729467092620.post-2863742865614371441</id><published>2011-01-28T02:32:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-01-28T02:37:38.400Z</updated><title type='text'>2:40am blog...WHAT!?</title><content type='html'>Hullo again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not really 'with' it to blog properly. Needless to say I am very upset and am just waiting to hear back from the blokey (not sure I can call him my BF anymore...I don't know how this works :S) I've said that he can just text me and tell me when he wants to chat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tired now, going to bed as I'm exhausted -_-; I've spent too much time crying and I am rubbing my eyes so much I look like I've got red dye in them :/ ACK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've taken myself off Facebook as apparently some of the statuses I've had are upsetting someone, even when they aren't about that person. I can't risk upsetting anyone else as that's never ever been my intention. I am just going to blog on here instead because I can pour out my thoughts on here. The counselling lady (must really learn her name!) says it's good to talk about how I feel and things, but recently it seems that it upsets people when I do. I had some decent advice from friends today though, so at least my brain feels in a slightly better place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will blog later in the week/next week I imagine. Bed for me now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nigh Night Mr.Blog and blog readers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/566327729467092620-2863742865614371441?l=katsramblesthroughlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katsramblesthroughlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2863742865614371441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=566327729467092620&amp;postID=2863742865614371441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566327729467092620/posts/default/2863742865614371441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566327729467092620/posts/default/2863742865614371441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katsramblesthroughlife.blogspot.com/2011/01/240am-blogwhat.html' title='2:40am blog...WHAT!?'/><author><name>*~Katania~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02914413150722961667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J5BO99wKywA/TwI_99Sk6YI/AAAAAAAAAGU/ymSTzhF_gEc/s220/Newme.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-566327729467092620.post-1207273632408165260</id><published>2011-01-27T12:14:00.004Z</published><updated>2011-01-27T13:04:41.314Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crying breaking up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nightmares'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='help'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Counselling'/><title type='text'>Counselling, crying and break ups...</title><content type='html'>Ah, Mr.Blog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, two blogs in a week? Shit, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a lot of people know that I had to attend a counselling session yesterday. I'm VERY depressed, clinically so. I can't have any tablets as they don't bode well with my current ones for the tumours so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COUNSELLING....wonderful. I get to talk with a woman who whispers all the time and wears a paisley scarf tied around her hair...NO! NO, NO, NOOOO! I do not want this from my life -_-;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she asks me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;'So what do you want from life?'&lt;br /&gt;'To be well and return to work...just to be happy really.'&lt;br /&gt;'No...what do you *really* want from life?'&lt;br /&gt;'Uh...what?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Who is the real Kat? Who are you?'&lt;br /&gt;'This is making my head hurt.'&lt;br /&gt;'It's okay to cry you know?'&lt;br /&gt;'I'm not crying though :/'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and other wonderful gems throughout the 30 minute session. Next one is meant to be an hour...Gods...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She broke my head. What a fucking joke it is, but it's one of the things I have to do, says my Neurologist. So...next come ink blots?! I have no idea! Someone please save me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She asked me about what I dream about, if I remembered them...which I do. I remember all of my dreams. My dream the other night (the one on Tuesday, before I went to counselling was:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was on a busy pavement and everyone was jostling me and walking past at an accelerated rate, in the opposite direction. The noise was deafening as there were people on phones, reading papers, chatting and all sorts of things. The noise was driving me crazy. I was the only one in colour and they were all in black and white and wearing old clothes, like in an old movie black and white movie based in New York or something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was trying to look for someone or some thing. It seemed like I'd been walking for hours and my feet hurt, I looked down and I'd got no shoes on, just some loose bandages, it was really odd. I got jostled again by someone walking by and had finally had enough and turned around and screamed in amongst all the rushing and busy people 'STOP! JUST FUCKING STOP!' in unison they all stopped and looked at me. It was horrible. They all had completely black eyes, all shiny like marbles and very straight mouths and I remember feeling like I was sweating from the fear of it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could see myself, it seemed like I was looking at myself through their eyes and I suddenly started to shrink, very slowly. I appeared to be clutching my oldest teddy in my left hand and I was wearing a very old dress that I had as a child. My hair was long and curly and my natural red colour. The aspect changed and I was once again looking through my own eyes. I looked up and they all turned away from me and carried on walking again. I sat on the pavement, sobbing into my teddies fur and sucking my thumb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say she wrote a lot of that down and nodded a few times -_-; at the next meeting she will talk to me about what steps she thinks I need to start taking and what we need to do to 'help' me. Stop people being cunts? Oh...you can't do that? Well, there's nothing to fix then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said I was feeling very down aswell because I have low self-worth. Is it any wonder why? My own boyfriend doesn't want to see me, my best friend has all but been ignoring me and everyone else seems to be functioning normally. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want him to do it because he wants to, not because of circumstances and the fact he feels 'sorry' for me. Maybe I should take a leaf out of his house mate's book and demand things, she always gets what she wants, from everyone. They all slag her off though and say what a controlling bitch she is, but do any of them say 'no?' Of course they don't. I've never ever given up on hoping that people will go against the grain and wake up...but they don't and I'm too tired now to fight this battle alone. I just wish there was someone else I connected with that would help me and take up the flag by my side and say 'STOP!'  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...that's it really. I'm waiting for the boyfriend (do I call him that still? I don't know) to tell me I can call him as I need to hash this out. I hate doing things via phone etc but I never SEE him so this is the ONLY way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christ, what a fucking shambles. I should have agreed to fuck off with that guy all those years back. I may have been leading a different life by now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/566327729467092620-1207273632408165260?l=katsramblesthroughlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katsramblesthroughlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1207273632408165260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=566327729467092620&amp;postID=1207273632408165260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566327729467092620/posts/default/1207273632408165260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566327729467092620/posts/default/1207273632408165260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katsramblesthroughlife.blogspot.com/2011/01/counselling-crying-and-break-ups.html' title='Counselling, crying and break ups...'/><author><name>*~Katania~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02914413150722961667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J5BO99wKywA/TwI_99Sk6YI/AAAAAAAAAGU/ymSTzhF_gEc/s220/Newme.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-566327729467092620.post-7503755267046325313</id><published>2011-01-26T22:24:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-01-26T22:49:12.917Z</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Blues...</title><content type='html'>Hello blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is my birthday today, I am 25. Today should be filled with me doing things and enjoying myself, except it isn't really :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went out and got my hair done, this pleased me. I met my friend and we had lunch together, went into town and I bought myself some things to cheer me up. This worked for a little while. I came back and sorted out my clothes for the weekend as I am going away for it. On my own. I seem to be doing a lot of things on my own recently. I had a few cards, not one from my mother though, which upset me quite a lot and I did have to 'accidentally' hang up on her when she called as I was sobbing as soon as I heard her 'Happy Birthday my little girl' (I'm sat here crying now and I feel like an idiot) she rang back and I joked that I'd put the phone down with my cheek, which I do sometimes as it's an iPhone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had some presents from new friends and visits from new friends aswell, it seems that the people I least expected stuff from came up trumps for me and I am so thankful to them for making me feel a bit better. I did some washing, tidied, cleaned the flat and then started sorting out stuff for the weekend again. Took my Keppra tablets and put music on. Cee Lo Green comes on with 'It's ok' and I start crying...fuck sake -_-;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boyfriend rings me, I can't really take the call as my father has came over to see me. I explain that I'll text him when my dad has left so that he can call again and I apologise for being busy. My father looks like he wants to ask me something but refrains from doing so as I think he knows it'll upset me and he doesn't understand how to handle crying women...other than with a slap! Heh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20 minutes later and one father down-I try and call my boyfriend, but he doesn't answer. Thinking that he may be busy I text him, but he doesn't reply for ages. I start cleaning up again and then I receive a text saying his phone had been on silent. Now...in all the times he has been with me he has never, ever had his phone on silent...ever. I ignore this and then call him and we chat. He sounds a bit funny. He asks me about my day etc and I ask why he couldn't come down in the end to see me and his excuse is 'funds.' It is always 'funds.' For ages I had no money and I had to scrimp for it, but I managed to lend off people so that when he came over I could feed him and take him out to dinner and things, all he had to do was petrol really which is apparently £20.00...which I can't really see it being that much. Practically every time he came over he was on an empty tank and he put nowhere near £20.00 in the tank to get him home. I hope I haven't got another one who doesn't want to spend money or do stuff with me, I'll go mad. I had one of those, immature little prick that he was. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since I have received my money I have been giving him petrol money and I paid for the whole weekend the last time he was down (about 2 weeks ago) so I don't understand where 'I haven't go the money' comes from. He had some money for christmas, probably a lot more than I have ever received at Christmas! He spent his money on an xbox and games and things. Now, I don't begrudge him doing this, do NOT get me wrong but if I knew my new partner (it will/would be 6 months in February) had her 25th coming up I'd damn well make sure that at least I'd be there for her. EVEN to just watch films at home with her. It costs him £20.00, that would have been all he would have to have paid. I am not high maintenance, but I would occasionally like to be reminded what my so-called boyfriend looks like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a bit sad about all of this and spoke to a friend of mine and I was told that he'd be there in a heartbeat for me. Now, that may just be his cock talking, but it made me think...well...why can't my boyfriend be here? Is it because I am shit? Is it because noone wants to bother with me? I have no idea. If I am a bitch then please just say so and lets stop this needless charade. I would rather someone just say 'I can't be fucking bothered' than to just try flogging this dead horse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received a text from the boyfriend a little later on after I had rang him saying:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;'How wude of me, thanks very much for calling, much appreciated :) xxx'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I text back:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;'That's alright, you rang me and I couldn't take the call so it was only fair. Sorry about being so quiet on the phone too, this cold is driving me mad and I'm a bit down as it's the first time that I've been on my own for a birthday. Just a bit shit really. I'll let you get on, see you soon xx'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;'Nay, I do mean it, thanks for the call :D I mean, what kind of boyfriend can't ring or be with their own girlfriend on the burfday :/ a shitty one at that. I am sorry I can't be there with you tonight, truly :( xx'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yeah. Cry me a fucking river...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I text this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;'Well...I can't really say much as I'm not very happy about it. I'd assumed you'd spent all that money you had at Christmas on the xbox and games so I knew you wouldn't be over. It's a bit sad that I'd been sat thinking 'I wonder if anyone will surprise me with an invite to theirs and a group of friends will be there?' or 'I wonder if (boyfriend) secretly planned to come down.' It's just a bit of a crushing reality, but it is reality and I need to grow the fuck up and stop believing that things happen like that. They don't, not for me anyway. 9pm I was cleaning the house, on my fucking birthday. I shouldn't really moan though, at least I'm not in hospital for this one.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and I have had nothing back for a whole hour. Well, he'll be off playing on his xbox I imagine. Good for him. He can start a relationship with it, can't he.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So....at 10:49pm this is what I am doing...on my 25th birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let my 26th not be here, I want to be as far away from Shropshire as I can be. There's been nothing but trouble since I bloody moved here!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/566327729467092620-7503755267046325313?l=katsramblesthroughlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katsramblesthroughlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7503755267046325313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=566327729467092620&amp;postID=7503755267046325313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566327729467092620/posts/default/7503755267046325313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566327729467092620/posts/default/7503755267046325313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katsramblesthroughlife.blogspot.com/2011/01/birthday-blues.html' title='Birthday Blues...'/><author><name>*~Katania~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02914413150722961667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J5BO99wKywA/TwI_99Sk6YI/AAAAAAAAAGU/ymSTzhF_gEc/s220/Newme.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-566327729467092620.post-8398638396905192772</id><published>2010-12-28T14:22:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-12-28T14:22:37.512Z</updated><title type='text'>So upset</title><content type='html'>I am so, so sad. This is the worst pain I have ever felt in my entire life. I just want to die, I can't do this anymore&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/566327729467092620-8398638396905192772?l=katsramblesthroughlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katsramblesthroughlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8398638396905192772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=566327729467092620&amp;postID=8398638396905192772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566327729467092620/posts/default/8398638396905192772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566327729467092620/posts/default/8398638396905192772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katsramblesthroughlife.blogspot.com/2010/12/so-upset.html' title='So upset'/><author><name>*~Katania~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02914413150722961667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J5BO99wKywA/TwI_99Sk6YI/AAAAAAAAAGU/ymSTzhF_gEc/s220/Newme.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-566327729467092620.post-2605333039264258597</id><published>2010-12-28T11:56:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-12-28T12:08:36.593Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fed up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twats'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toxic turkey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boyfriend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>October, November and December!</title><content type='html'>WHOA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've not blogged since SEPTEMBER?! Well, I have been kind of busy...okay, not busy but I've have no net access for a lot of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooo, what's happened:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X Moved into my flat October 1st&lt;br /&gt;X Found out there's a drug dealer living below&lt;br /&gt;X Went into Major A&amp;E with a suspected second stroke&lt;br /&gt;X Came out and the places had been burgled by drug dealer&lt;br /&gt;X Lived with my friend for a week as I was too scared to return&lt;br /&gt;X Came back to my flat&lt;br /&gt;X Argued with DWP over lack of payment since August 21st 2010&lt;br /&gt;X Went for numerous tests and MRI scans at hospital&lt;br /&gt;X Confirmation of lumps in/on my brain&lt;br /&gt;X Paramedics over quite a lot&lt;br /&gt;X Went for a medical interview (Christmas eve)&lt;br /&gt;X Went for Christmas round Shauns dads and had to cook the turkey as his dad had covered it in wrapping paper instead of foil. Highly noxious when cooked.&lt;br /&gt;X Didn't get to see any of my family over Christmas and so they were pissed at me.&lt;br /&gt;X Fell out with Sarah as she's being a stupid cunt and arguing with me in the middle of the pub. She can get to fucking fuck now.&lt;br /&gt;X Got annoyed that I hadn't been told the BF was basically upping and leaving to return home on boxing day. He lives with and around the people he was seeing for drinks etc so why he couldn't leave at a later date I have NO idea. What is it with me and men? I'm always second-best to someone/something, just so fed up of it all.&lt;br /&gt;X Went out to see Grandad etc Boxing Day and did something a little daft, but no harm done so all is cool. I'll do what I want, I'm not letting this illness stop me doing what I want to do. Noone else is going to stop me either, twats.&lt;br /&gt;X Played Xbox games as I have the net for 7 days, whoop!&lt;br /&gt;X Not spoken to the BF much, can't be bothered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's about it really! Sorry it's not more informative but I'm not in the right frame of mind for a lengthy one &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry fucking Christmas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/566327729467092620-2605333039264258597?l=katsramblesthroughlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katsramblesthroughlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2605333039264258597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=566327729467092620&amp;postID=2605333039264258597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566327729467092620/posts/default/2605333039264258597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566327729467092620/posts/default/2605333039264258597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katsramblesthroughlife.blogspot.com/2010/12/october-november-and-december.html' title='October, November and December!'/><author><name>*~Katania~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02914413150722961667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J5BO99wKywA/TwI_99Sk6YI/AAAAAAAAAGU/ymSTzhF_gEc/s220/Newme.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-566327729467092620.post-1292576559620037159</id><published>2010-09-21T21:13:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T21:42:25.683+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Money'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exhausted'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shaun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hungry'/><title type='text'>Daddy issues :/</title><content type='html'>Hallo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another blog entry...it's not even Christmas ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooo, what's being going on? Well, I am STILL waiting to get this damn flat. I've obviously outstayed my welcome and my fathers as he's said. Giving me deposit money for a place and basically saying, 'go' kinda gives me the impression he's had enough.&lt;br /&gt;Why should I think he'd be okay with his daughter stopping with him when she's homeless? I've been here just a little over 2 weeks and he's fed up of me? I'm not that surprised, I mean, he wasn't there for 16 years of my life so why would he be here now? Why break a habit of a lifetime? Yet he can quite happily be baking cupcakes with his partners daughter as he is doing now. Hmmmm, yeah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well, sooner I get the fucking hell out of here the better as I can feel the molten lava racing through my chest, wanting to just explode in the way of a fiery tongue-lashing and vile words. I'm trying to hold the rage in, I really am. It's very difficult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take Monday morning. I had little to no sleep Sunday night as I spasmed badly all through the night time. Finally getting to sleep I am then awoken by my fathers face around the door informing me I have to 'get up and clean your grandads house. I'll be back in an hour. Be ready.' Said like a threat aswell. I mean, 6am?! So at 7am I am up, washed and dressed, absolutely exhausted and wanting to cry. He drops he at Grandads where I clean SOLIDLY for 4 hours. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then go to Sarah's to wait for the guy to see me about the flat. I get a phone call from Jo's silly little daughter who is at school asking if I'll be home for her brother. Am I the mother? No. I say I won't be as I'm going to sort the flat out, I tell her to give her brother the keys so he can get in and she says she will. So, problem solved. Later on, phone call again, which I ignore as I am not her minder. Then I receive a text saying, 'What ever happens tell ---- i'm in school i'll explain tomorrow but i'm helping out some teacher's for the last few lessons :) xx'&lt;br /&gt;What in the hell? So I ring my father and tell him that something weird is going on, he doesn't give a shit because the kids 'aren't his problem,' well...there's a surprise! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't get to see the flat as the guy is too busy to show me, bummer :( so I trot back to my Grandads to get a lift from my father back to Jo's, Grandads dirty washing it tow. I take the long way to my Grandads and sit by the river for a little while to think. I was indeed tempted to submerge myself in her chilly depths. The feeling was quite strong and before I could do anything stupid I stood up and carried on walking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On arriving at Jo's place we notice her daughter, the one I mention above, walking towards the bridge and she has a smug look on her face as she greets us. I shake my head as I have no idea what is actually going on and I don't care as I am so tired that I crash out for an hour. I wake up and a dinner awaits me as an apology of sorts and I wolf it down as I've not eaten all day. I tidy up the kitchen, front room, etc. and return to my 'room' so I am out of the way. I read my book for a little bit and then I hear 'Where IS she?!' from the front room. I abandon the book and peek my head around the corner. Jo is fuming as her daughter is meant to have been home 2 hours ago. She is 13 years old and it's getting dark. Jo and her son take off in one direction and I take off in another, jogging to the cinema, Asda, the underpass, the quarry, all over the place. I get a call about 30 minutes later to come back as she has been found. I start jogging back, my feet and calves burning with my effort. I feel good though, I think I'm going to take up jogging again...after investing in a sports bra...ouch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I arrive back at the house, flushed in the face and breathing like a rapist. She has not only been missing for 2 hours but she also skipped school after lunch! She'd lied to her teacher and said she had a dentists appointment to attend :/ she was checking whether I was in the house or not as she got home and changed her clothes to go up town. Then she met a 16 year old boy...Christ 0_0; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has entirely too much freedom for her own good! So now there is a lot of shouting and tears. I am asked to kill the kids Facebook account, which she shouldn't have ANYWAY imho because she is just too young! I get really cross at the lax attitude of parents nowadays, grrr! I get a 'thanks' for running about trying to find her and for killing her FB account. So I turn in for the night as I am exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today (Tuesday) has been uneventful, thankfully! No phone call from the guy about the flat though, hopefully there will be one tomorrow as I've had enough. I did get another call though, from Shaun :3 it made my entire day! Hopefully I will get to see him this weekend as I do miss him, a lot. I had a fantastic weekend before all of this crap happened on Monday (I still cannot believe that was all ONE day!) and I spent a lot of time with him :) I didn't think I could feel like this about someone, but I do and I am extremely happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, I'm off to read my book again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/566327729467092620-1292576559620037159?l=katsramblesthroughlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katsramblesthroughlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1292576559620037159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=566327729467092620&amp;postID=1292576559620037159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566327729467092620/posts/default/1292576559620037159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566327729467092620/posts/default/1292576559620037159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katsramblesthroughlife.blogspot.com/2010/09/daddy-issues.html' title='Daddy issues :/'/><author><name>*~Katania~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02914413150722961667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J5BO99wKywA/TwI_99Sk6YI/AAAAAAAAAGU/ymSTzhF_gEc/s220/Newme.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-566327729467092620.post-305361087215681112</id><published>2010-09-06T16:42:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T17:10:53.529+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah, an update !!WARNING!! EMO AHEAD!</title><content type='html'>Hello my little blog-readers ^_^*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have much news! Things have been a little on the crazy side for me recently...well, I say 'recently,' it's the past year or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;December 2009&lt;/span&gt;: I had a TIA and end up in hospital until January time. I was also 'diagnosed'&lt;br /&gt;(I say this loosely as they are still uneasy about naming it this) with something called 'Asymmetrical brain disorder,' or something along those lines :D I can never remember what they tell me now -_-; I need to write things down all the time on paper so I can remember it :/ I feel like I have memory loss now!! It's some version of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;August:&lt;/span&gt; I split up with Gareth after 2 years. It was a...'amicable split,' so far anyway. I'm getting a little annoyed though with certain aspects of it all as I'm made out to be the 'bad guy,' oh! If only they knew :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;August, end of:&lt;/span&gt; My family in devon (consisting of mum, Rae and her boyfriend) have been in a bad car crash :( I wasn't sure how bad until I found out that they had been lying to me about everyone being at home and being 'fine.' Rae and Rob were at home and mum is STILL in hospital :'( she should be out of hospital by this wednesday (8th September) so I can finally chat to her. I know that she wanted to keep me 'safe' from the knowledge that she was ill as she worries about me and says that I can't 'take anymore bad news,' I'm not going to break! I would prefer people to tell me the truth, I've been lied to about other important things and I don't want it to carry on! Hopefully I'll have more news on everyone's health when I write next (God knows when that will be!) I pray it's all good news in any case. I just wish the person that is sticking the pins in my doll would fuck off already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;September:&lt;/span&gt; I started dating Shaun &lt;3 style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the moment I have children talking to me in my ear and I cannot concentrate! ARGH! Bugger orf ;P I am living with my father, his partner and her kids (the girl is 13 and the boy is 11) I get peace mainly, I do try and stay in the one front room (they have 2) as it's 'Kat's space,' apparently. I do need the peace though, not for antisocial reasons, but because I must have quiet sometimes so that my brain can rest. I feel worse each week in a different way than last. My eye is the thing that's annoying me the most recently, my right one feels a lot weaker than the other. I'm also saying words wrong and sometimes write letters backwards :( I try and be as ambidexterous as I can be (the children have gone now, so I can concentrate) although my writing with my left hand sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope the new flat is ready soon. I am in my fathers debt for putting me up like this, I know they appreciate the fact that I take the kids out (with a sniper rifle if I had my way...j/k) and that I do a lot of housework and stuff but I do feel like I am a huge pain in the arse here and I want to have my own space again. I need to rustle up £285.00 for the first months rent in advance, but I've been told I can sign a bond that enables me to do away with paying any deposit etc, I'd just have to pay for anything I break (it's unfurnished so I doubt I'll be smashing anything of mine up!) I just hope everything goes a little smoother than it has been doing recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I THINK that's about it, I've got to go now as don fajah has asked me to check his magical chip cooking machine (one of those ones that you have to put in a spoon of oil rather than a litre) otherwise he will do my head in about it -_-;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See yah all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/566327729467092620-305361087215681112?l=katsramblesthroughlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katsramblesthroughlife.blogspot.com/feeds/305361087215681112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=566327729467092620&amp;postID=305361087215681112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566327729467092620/posts/default/305361087215681112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566327729467092620/posts/default/305361087215681112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katsramblesthroughlife.blogspot.com/2010/09/ah-update-warning-emo-ahead.html' title='Ah, an update !!WARNING!! EMO AHEAD!'/><author><name>*~Katania~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02914413150722961667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J5BO99wKywA/TwI_99Sk6YI/AAAAAAAAAGU/ymSTzhF_gEc/s220/Newme.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-566327729467092620.post-1822374568358479201</id><published>2010-02-11T20:36:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-02-11T21:04:15.252Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bra'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sugar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='swimming'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Regime'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='woes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stroke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exercise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='salt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='running'/><title type='text'>Running and a new regime</title><content type='html'>Okay, today is Thursday 11th of February.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot has happened since my last post-I suffered a mini-stroke (TIA) back in December and it has left me with partial paralysis in my rght arm and leg. I also suffer from severe focal migraine, basically this means that parts of my body become numb when I suffer from an attack. I am currently off work and have been for nearly 2 months. I visited my Doctor today and he has signed a sick-note for another 2 weeks, in this time I'm going to try and sort out my health (other than the paralysis that is.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;So, day of new regime goes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swimming on Monday night and Wednesday night (time table below) from about 6:30pm-7:30pm, this gives me a solid hour warming up for running later on.&lt;br /&gt;Running at night, most nights if I can (must remember to keep away from bikers-most of them seem to not have lights on their bloody bikes!) around 7:00pm-ish until 7:30pm-8:00pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Opening Hours&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday-Friday (except Thursday-see below)&lt;/strong&gt; 8.00 am - 9.00pm (last ticket 8.30pm)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thursday &amp;amp; Bank Holidays:&lt;/strong&gt; 8.00am - 6.00pm (last ticket 5.30pm)&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday:&lt;/strong&gt; 8.00am - 4.30pm last ticket 4.00pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday:&lt;/strong&gt; 8.00am - 5.30pm (last ticket 5.00pm)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hopefully this will be easy enough to stick to. I enjoyed my run tonight in any case, I do need to remember to buy a sports bra at some stage as having no bra on killed me! I cannot use my regular bra as it seems to hurt when I run.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jogging through the quarry tonight I realised how beautiful it was to watch the street lights hit the water, it gave me something decent to look at whilst thinking about things. Recently I realise I have lost my purpose in life, I don't really have anything I am striving towards and this makes me depressed. The new tablets I have been assigned shall hopefully fix the migraine problems and I can get back to work-I figure if I bury myself within work and exercise I shall bury my problems and my roaming mind will be kept busy. I have been thinking about all the things I don't have-not on a materialistic level, but on a enriching my life type of vein. I've never wanted these things before and coming to terms with my need for them now has left me grmpy and contemplative. As I say, if I am kept busy my exercise at least then my mind will hopefully shut up and my inner body clock will be kept silent aswell.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Food is a big problem for me, at the moment (past month) I have been eating less and less-this is to do with me stuck inside though and not using up any extra energy. I want to try and stick to:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;2 slices of toast with marmalade or jam/Crunchy nut cornflakes in the morning&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am going to miss out my afternoon meal (I haven't been having anything anyway)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;At night I am probably going to have crunchy nut cornflakes (dependng on how I feel and what I am doing later that day) soup/baked potato/salad/small stir fry. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Hopefully this will work out. I am also determined to cut down on my sugar and salt intake as it is truly shocking! 4 sugars ina  cup of tea or coffee?! It's madness really. I'll see if I can take up kick boxing at a later stage, but I feel that will probably be a bit too strenous for my leg to get back into doing. I think I'm coping quite well concidering most of the time I feel like I'm losing touch of the real world. I'm not going to write down my current woes as I don't really want people to read it-plus I don't want to be constantly reminded of the things I can't have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that's it for now, I'm going shopping with Marie tomorrow so I'll try and purchase a swimming costume whilst I am out-that is my main goal as I used to love swimming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, that's me done! I'll pop another entry down when I have news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/566327729467092620-1822374568358479201?l=katsramblesthroughlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katsramblesthroughlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1822374568358479201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=566327729467092620&amp;postID=1822374568358479201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566327729467092620/posts/default/1822374568358479201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566327729467092620/posts/default/1822374568358479201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katsramblesthroughlife.blogspot.com/2010/02/running-and-new-regime.html' title='Running and a new regime'/><author><name>*~Katania~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02914413150722961667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J5BO99wKywA/TwI_99Sk6YI/AAAAAAAAAGU/ymSTzhF_gEc/s220/Newme.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-566327729467092620.post-2779237582871711903</id><published>2009-06-03T14:48:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T14:53:49.901+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Piccies!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wHcKgWFS79U/SiZ_Zal49zI/AAAAAAAAAC4/6JVt5mbedvA/s1600-h/Mini+Shin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 209px; height: 215px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wHcKgWFS79U/SiZ_Zal49zI/AAAAAAAAAC4/6JVt5mbedvA/s320/Mini+Shin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343098082533373746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHcKgWFS79U/SiZ_h3wJpCI/AAAAAAAAADA/JKoWxgKz_4E/s1600-h/lubricant+by+Dan+for+Shin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 98px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHcKgWFS79U/SiZ_h3wJpCI/AAAAAAAAADA/JKoWxgKz_4E/s320/lubricant+by+Dan+for+Shin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343098227799991330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;This one is an avvy I sometimes use, it's really cute! ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;This one is something the internet famous thr0b made for me when we were having a pretty odd conversation :S it's still funny though :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/566327729467092620-2779237582871711903?l=katsramblesthroughlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katsramblesthroughlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2779237582871711903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=566327729467092620&amp;postID=2779237582871711903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566327729467092620/posts/default/2779237582871711903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566327729467092620/posts/default/2779237582871711903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katsramblesthroughlife.blogspot.com/2009/06/piccies.html' title='Piccies!'/><author><name>*~Katania~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02914413150722961667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J5BO99wKywA/TwI_99Sk6YI/AAAAAAAAAGU/ymSTzhF_gEc/s220/Newme.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wHcKgWFS79U/SiZ_Zal49zI/AAAAAAAAAC4/6JVt5mbedvA/s72-c/Mini+Shin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-566327729467092620.post-2392747855271403423</id><published>2009-06-03T14:19:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T14:41:10.645+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Work!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;HOWZA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the low-down:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;So I started work! Yay! It seems to be going well enough, very busy! I have a problem with one person who I have to care for, but the rest are pretty much okay people, you just have to take them as you find them day-to-day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;I have finished my manual handling course and also have a first aid one to go to next week! EEEP! So at least I will be fully prepared if anything should happen on my watch, hopefully not!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Me and G went to view a house in Monkmoor, it was 3 bedrooms and very nice! It needs a bit of modernising, but at £129,000 it's a steal! Sadly, we need to sort out our place first before we can zoom over to a new place, but viewing that enabled us to see what things are on the market at the moment. It's a great time to buy! We have been discussing how to go about wallpapering etc, it seems the best bet is to get all the paper and just hire someone-Gazs boss knows someone who will do it for us at a reduced price I believe (?) or something...I don't really listen to him :/ erk!&lt;br /&gt;The only thing then is to repaint bits of the place and just use a carpet cleaner and make sure the place is free from clutter-I should be able to store a lot in nans garage and that should help with moving stuff around and DIY'ing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been bounding around everywhere and walking a lot for work, I have lost 5lbs! I am pretty impressed with myself, I am also not eating as much because we don't really get to have a break in this line of work :( boo! Speaking of which, I had better do some lunch before I go and do a late shift, then Gaz can have some when he gets in too then :) I'm a good girl ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be visiting Val (Gazs mum) on Saturday for the first time to help her out of bed and such like. We both agreed that we didn't mind having to have me over there and doing what was necessary as it's part of my job. Hopefully we won't feel too awkward. Gazs dad (Bob) was rubbing his hands together in glee when he saw I had to pop over and attend to Val, the bugger :D&lt;br /&gt;I get on really well with all the family, well, at least I THINK I do! I have a minor problem with Jo and Bob (Gazs brother and sister in law-I know, 2 Bobs!) but that's mainly because when we go to their place I feel akward because she seems a bit...sort of...prudish? But not prudish...it's complicated! Bob (brother) is okay on his own, but I feel he restrains himself a bit when around Jo, which I don't really like I suppose as I believe you should feel comfortable in your own skin, but each to their own!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other brother (Mike) and his wife (Donna) will be coming over soon to stay over the weekend at Bobs (brother), I think? So I shall be able to meet them, just hope all is okay! May have to avoid the wine methinks :D it's only because I get nervous, even though people say I don't seem to be-I AM! :( We don't really see my family, mums and Rae are in devon, dads a prat and nans mental! We saw Aunty Caz a little while ago and we have been invited for a BBQ, but whether that will happen or not, I don't know. I'd prefer it if I could just be 'on my own,' away from all the family as I don't really feel comfortable taking a partner around to them-mum is fine like, but not the rest really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gaz has been talking about going to Portugal or somewhere for a holiday. I don't really 'do' holidays. I can't fly (obviously for I have no wings!) because I am petrified of heights. I really want to get over that as I would like to go to Tokyo at some stage, but at the moment funds are non-existant! I have my first pay check this month, towards the end. I have had to work 2 weeks in advance aswell, so I'll only get 2 weeks worth-which is a bit shit to be honest, but there we go. Hopefully I can put some money back, just in case things go tits up and I need to move out for some reason. That is always at the forefront of my mind, I am quite big on the self-preservation scene!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 months contract to get hrough before I get another year with them, that's if they still want me! :( I hope so -_-; it's hard work but I like it. The only thing that really annoys me I suppose is the fact that some of the carers that have done it for 3 years+ want me to go at the same pace/speed as them! The problem with that of course is that I am NEW and am not used to all the people I have to go to yet!! It is annoying :( I wish they could remember back to when they had just started the job and how hard it was being new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I worked with 'Z' yesterday, she was really nice! A little younger than me I think as she looks it. We did double-up shifts, which basically means we had 'hoist' work to do and you need 2 people for that, 1 to power the hoist and the other to help with the adjusting of the sling and different things. I enjoyed it, I also met a new person and he was nice, very slow though :( my full hour session with him turned into an hour and a half nearly! He had a stroke and is getting used to walking again, but &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;VERY&lt;/span&gt; slowly. I wish that people would understand it takes longer to walk and thusly I need more time with him as he doesn't want to go into the wheelchair again-I can't blame him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEW! Well, I think that's about it! Anything new and I shall pop a post on here ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shinny FTWinny! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/566327729467092620-2392747855271403423?l=katsramblesthroughlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katsramblesthroughlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2392747855271403423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=566327729467092620&amp;postID=2392747855271403423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566327729467092620/posts/default/2392747855271403423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566327729467092620/posts/default/2392747855271403423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katsramblesthroughlife.blogspot.com/2009/06/work.html' title='Work!'/><author><name>*~Katania~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02914413150722961667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J5BO99wKywA/TwI_99Sk6YI/AAAAAAAAAGU/ymSTzhF_gEc/s220/Newme.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-566327729467092620.post-6014894230069362953</id><published>2009-04-30T13:25:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T14:26:11.466+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Good news at last?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Wahey!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Well, this is what's been happening so far (nicely laid out in bullet points so mass-text doesn't damage your optic nerves):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;I applied for the job with a care company&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I got an interview&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I passed :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I got sent for a CRB-this is still ongoing, although I can do shadow work&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I got a tax refund of quite a bit to see me through until I start work&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I haven't got swine flu&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am doing a joint blog with someone for comedy purposes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I keep writing porpoises instead of purposes, it is annoying&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I think that maybe we should have Chinnyhill sectioned, it'd be kinder than letting him live on with Duran, Duran.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I shall post info on the new blog for people to view!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;So hopefully all good news! YAY FOR GAINFUL EMPLOYMENT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More on this all at a later date-gotta zoom off and sort out banks and giro's...I so won't miss the job centre!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/566327729467092620-6014894230069362953?l=katsramblesthroughlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katsramblesthroughlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6014894230069362953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=566327729467092620&amp;postID=6014894230069362953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566327729467092620/posts/default/6014894230069362953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566327729467092620/posts/default/6014894230069362953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katsramblesthroughlife.blogspot.com/2009/04/good-news-at-last.html' title='Good news at last?'/><author><name>*~Katania~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02914413150722961667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J5BO99wKywA/TwI_99Sk6YI/AAAAAAAAAGU/ymSTzhF_gEc/s220/Newme.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-566327729467092620.post-215729997613837667</id><published>2009-04-08T16:34:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T16:48:52.252+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ipod'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='test'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny'/><title type='text'>iPod game thingy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ipod GAAAME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Put your Ipod (or the nearest equivalent) on shuffle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; 2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; 3. You must write that song name down no matter how silly it sounds!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. If someone says "Is This Ok?" you say?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;10000 Nights of Thunder (Alphabeat)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. What would best describe your personality?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;I thought it was over (The Feeling)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. What do you look for in a guy/girl?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt; Handle me (Robyn)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;       &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. What is your life's purpose?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Aerodynamic (Daft Punk)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. What is your motto?&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Just Dance (Lady Gaga)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. What do your friends think of you?&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Shine on (The Kooks)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. What do you think about very often?&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Breakout (Foo Fighters)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8. What is 2+2?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Love Song (Sarah Bareillis)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9. What do you think of your best friend?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Holy Diver (Killswitch Engage)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10. What do you think of the person you like? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt; Why do you love me? (Garbage)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11. What is your life story?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;The Girls (Calvin Harris)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12. What do you want to be when you grow up?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Cherry Lips (Garbage)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;13. What do you think when you see the person you like?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Heartbeat (Scouting for girls)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;14. What do your parents think of you?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Call me when your sober (Evanescense)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;*:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;15. What will you dance to at your wedding?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Stand my ground (Within Temptation)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;16. What will they play at your funeral?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Are you in? (Incubus)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;*Well I hope I am IN my coffin I guess!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;17. What is your hobby/interest?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;  Jumping all over the world (Scooter)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; YES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;18. What is your biggest secret?&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Filmstar (Suede) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;*I WISH!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;19. What do you think of your friends?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Come with me (Special D)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;*Follow meee-famous last words!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20. Whats the worst thing that could happen?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;I wish you were here (Incubus)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;21. How will you die?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;We didn't start the fire (Billy Joel)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;*Oh shit...*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;22. What is the one thing you regret?&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;The Pretender (Foo Fighters)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;23. What makes you laugh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;  Falling in love again (Eagle eye Cherry)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;24. What makes you cry?&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Dance, Dance (Fallout Boy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;25. Will you ever get married?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Sex is on fire (Kings of Leon)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;*Ah well, at least the sex will still be good!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;26. What scares you the most?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Man! I feel like a woman (Shania Twain)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; *Scared of being a woman!? I am broken*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;27. Does anyone like you?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Crazy for you (Let loose)&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;*A yeah then?*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;30. What will you post this as?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Poison (Alice Cooper)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;                           &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; :D!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; Well some of those were pretty bloody funny!! Hehehehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; DO IT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/566327729467092620-215729997613837667?l=katsramblesthroughlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katsramblesthroughlife.blogspot.com/feeds/215729997613837667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=566327729467092620&amp;postID=215729997613837667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566327729467092620/posts/default/215729997613837667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566327729467092620/posts/default/215729997613837667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katsramblesthroughlife.blogspot.com/2009/04/ipod-game-thingy.html' title='iPod game thingy!'/><author><name>*~Katania~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02914413150722961667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J5BO99wKywA/TwI_99Sk6YI/AAAAAAAAAGU/ymSTzhF_gEc/s220/Newme.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-566327729467092620.post-3244454931866502705</id><published>2009-03-26T14:18:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-03-26T15:07:36.235Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Money'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='News'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cats'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Clever'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Animals'/><title type='text'>Woah! I forgot about you-</title><content type='html'>Mister Blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a numnuts and never write in you anymore :S my bad &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I am sat at the keyboard in my Sheepeh PJs and pondering about things pondersome. I have eaten a large bowl of cocopops to assuage my hunger, but it has done little to fill my cavernous maw :'( so I may do an Oliver Twist and have some MORE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been gardening and walking and jogging and ALL SORTS of things since I last spoke to you Mister Blog! I know you don't really care as you are just a web-based programme but I do feel like I should stop by and just tell you what's being doing on:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mum has cut down on her ciggys as she has COPD, she is also struggling to live because my father (*cunt*) has decided to go AWOL and not pay back-dated child maintenance and stuff-he has racked up a huge £2000.00 in money that he owes here. That is a big I.O.U&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Father dearest still owes me redundancy money and other cash, about £800.00 owed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mum and Rae are coming here to live so I am arranging a house swap with them-oooh! I feel like them lot on t'telly :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have STILL not been able to find a job, regardless of what position I apply for-but then there are about 80 people going for the same bloody job around here :S&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Smokey was Spayed, no I didn't hit her over the head with a garden implement-silly! So she is now feeling 100% better and has stopped 'calling' and acting distressed.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We have been having a 'girls night' on Mondays and it's great! Really brightens a shitty start to the week up :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rae went into hospital and had an operation on her womb, hopefully she'll be okay as she needs to go back for a check-up yet to find out what the biopsy has shown.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My knee-caps are seizing quite badly recently, regardless of the walking I am doing. 7 or so years before they should be replaced, if we are going on what Dr.Maxton said :S  so there goes my mobility...hoo-fucking-rah!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The cats are driving me MENTAL! But in a good way&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am also promoting a 'forum' that I am on-decent people please apply ;) it's just a general place to come and have a natter about stuff and also to exchange talk on games etc. Here is the linkage for you: &lt;a href="http://www.sotalkaboutgames.com/forum/index.php"&gt;http://www.sotalkaboutgames.com/forum/index.php&lt;/a&gt; I am under the handle of 'Shin,' a joke/name some of you may know about ;) we also have 'GAME NIGHT' on TUESDAY and POKER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Alex and Allen have had a baby! Who would have thunk it?! I would never have believed Allen to have a baby, obviosul HE didn't but...oh, you know what I mean!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I dressed up as a scurvy pirate-YARGH-for Red nose day :) it was great fun! Pics soon.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have had many birthdays to attend this month, it's been a stretch on the owd purse strings I can tell you!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gaz got a raise *fnarr!* NOT that kind, you filthy things ;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have been mainly drunk&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IN OTHER NEWS-MY HIGHLIGHTS THIS WEEK ARE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor David Jason, who we used to love as Del Boy and also Frost has been labelled as a 'racist,'&lt;br /&gt; He told an "off colour" joke on Absolute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/entertainment/7965058.stm"&gt;http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/entertainment/7965058.stm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, don't find that offensive-plenty of Englishman and Irishman jokes like that normally around Guiness or stuff like that and playing on names. Really annoys me all that 'ZOMG RACIST' shit-remember kids, you are only racist if you are white *rolls eyes* whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have also recently been reading about 'war dogs' and 'war horses' and it has made me all teary-eyed (this is going somewhere, I promise) and they put the names of the dogs up on the memorial stone and they had one called 'Nig,' now remember this is YEARS ago and people are moaning recently about it-uhhh, it's his NAME and they weren't going to not include him on the rememberance thing because of that so shut up! People go sooo PC at things and it really isn't needed half of the time, it's just stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More info about what I have been reading/learning:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was inspired by looking at LOLdogs and I was reading some of the comments on &lt;a href="http://ihasahotdog.com/2009/03/10/funny-dog-pictures-vet-honored/"&gt;http://ihasahotdog.com/2009/03/10/funny-dog-pictures-vet-honored&lt;/a&gt; picture as I wanted to know more about it. I then learnt about the 'Battle of Guam' and the dogs that were used to help search for mines and enemies and such like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a lot of stupid comments and daft arguements, but I was just reading all the info being posted about it all and what happened in that war. It's really nice that the memorial was made for the dogs that died in 'service' aswell and not just the humans that were out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also came across &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Smoky_%28dog%29"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Smoky_(dog)&lt;/a&gt; (c. 1943 – 21 February 1957), a Yorkshire Terrier, who was a famous war dog who served in World War II. She weighed only four pounds and stood seven inches tall. Smoky is credited with beginning a renewal of interest in the once obscure Yorkshire Terrier breed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a massive gayer and was quite soppy reading all of this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just hits home how clever animals really are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Led+Sheep+Spare time=&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZDAM5lSPCwk"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZDAM5lSPCwk&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FANTASTICO! Check out the vid!!&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;This made me laugh: &lt;a href="http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/newstopics/howaboutthat/5041848/Teenager-paints-60ft-phallus-on-roof-of-family-home.html"&gt;http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/newstopics/howaboutthat/5041848/Teenager-paints-60ft-phallus-on-roof-of-family-home.html&lt;/a&gt; Kids today, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice the parents found it amusing :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/566327729467092620-3244454931866502705?l=katsramblesthroughlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katsramblesthroughlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3244454931866502705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=566327729467092620&amp;postID=3244454931866502705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566327729467092620/posts/default/3244454931866502705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566327729467092620/posts/default/3244454931866502705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katsramblesthroughlife.blogspot.com/2009/03/woah-i-forgot-about-you.html' title='Woah! I forgot about you-'/><author><name>*~Katania~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02914413150722961667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J5BO99wKywA/TwI_99Sk6YI/AAAAAAAAAGU/ymSTzhF_gEc/s220/Newme.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-566327729467092620.post-2210984347387227593</id><published>2009-01-30T17:06:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-01-30T17:08:21.192Z</updated><title type='text'>Job Centre + PLUS THE CHAVVY SCUM!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;MAJOR LONG BLOG THING THAT MAY OFFEND SOME PEOPLE-ish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;********************************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I HATE THE JOB CENTRE! Jesus H Christ!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I get there, go to the wrong floor as some wanky twat decides to say 'Oi, its this one ere luv' but no...no it isn't, is it?! You freaking moron! So I go to the RIGHT floor and have to wait ages, sat next to chavs. They are all wearing trackie bottoms, chewing gum, sniffling and have scruffy,unwashed hair with at least 5 different colours of shit in it and the BO smell. Jesus, it made my eyes water! I am NOT being over dramatic here, it was that frigging bad! I mean who the fuck would employ them looking and acting like that? Not even a Mcjob would I tell you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;So then this guy sat next to me makes quite a funny comment and I chuckle, BIG mistake. He then turns to face me and grins-he has a GOLD tooth, a GOLD tooth ('Richard' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" src="http://sotalkaboutgames.com/forum/Smileys/default/cheesy.gif" alt="Cheesy" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;) I have never ever seen anyone with a gold tooth other than some celeb! So anyway, he then says 'This your first time signing on?' I nodded and he said, 'I have a job like, I'm just here for support for my mate' and I think thats an odd thing to say-he's at a Job Centre, not the olympics. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;So I share some information with him-to pass the time as I am a friendly little bod, 'Oh, I have been out of work since November-the company I worked for went into admini-...uh....they went bump.' Then this random child runs past screaming and throwing things around the Job Centre, the mother is trying her hardest to get the little shit to behave. 'Gods...' I say and the guy (I shall call him Mac) says 'Yeah I know, I hate kids,' I smile somewhat nervously and then Mac says, 'I'm lucky, I don't have to see mine except for weekends-wish I didn't have them' !!ERROR!! So my face looks like I've swallowed piss now as I find this a fucking awful thing to say-my own father had no time for us and was too busy shagging and drinking to see us at the weekened. So Mac has lost brownie points with the bank of Shin, I turn my head away as to end the 'conversation' and Mac says 'So what you doing tonight? Wanna go for a drink?' I sort of looked...ill and replied 'I am actually going to a play tonight*' and he looked at me like I was an alien &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" src="http://sotalkaboutgames.com/forum/Smileys/default/cheesy.gif" alt="Cheesy" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Thankfully before he could reply I was called up and I went and spoke with an advisor. In short I don't have any money because some cunty bollock of an admin hasn't processed it yet. So I use the phones there and dial the main office and ask 'whats going on?' basically. They say MAYBE Wednesday I'll have money-yeah, fucking fantabbytastic! In the meantime I'll just sit and get even fatter and more depressed than ever you bastards!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I AM NOT LEAVING THE HOUSE EVER AGAIN! People outside are weird! &gt;.&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;It really is the arsehole of the universe at the Job Centre, and by Christ if the weather was warmer I'd be working the streets so I didn't have to go back to that cesspit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;*TRUFAX! I am going to a play with Gaz tonight, it's a thing with his work...God I hope it wasn't like the last one, I wanted to eat my own hand. I can be called 'uncultured' I don't care, the acting was awful and they murdered 'A Midsummers Night Dream'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;********************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so now my brain is ready to watch this play, I need to find my daned glasses. I have like an hour and a half to get ready...I *KNOW* I'll be late, I just KNOW it! I always am, even if I wake up fucking hours before-hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WAS LATE BEING BORN aswell for Gods sake! aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAWR :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/566327729467092620-2210984347387227593?l=katsramblesthroughlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katsramblesthroughlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2210984347387227593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=566327729467092620&amp;postID=2210984347387227593' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566327729467092620/posts/default/2210984347387227593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566327729467092620/posts/default/2210984347387227593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katsramblesthroughlife.blogspot.com/2009/01/job-centre-plus-chavvy-scum.html' title='Job Centre + PLUS THE CHAVVY SCUM!'/><author><name>*~Katania~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02914413150722961667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J5BO99wKywA/TwI_99Sk6YI/AAAAAAAAAGU/ymSTzhF_gEc/s220/Newme.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-566327729467092620.post-1423304406562554531</id><published>2009-01-29T16:22:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-01-29T16:46:50.236Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Periods'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Porn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mills and Boon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hate weddings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jobs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ducks penis'/><title type='text'>Rambly Rambles from the past! BELATED BIRTHDAY POST</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Good afternoon bloggy blog!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I am in a relatively good mood today so you'll not be ranted into today ^.^* makes a nice change, huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I have been playing World of Warcraft quite a lot-which I am LOVING! Also I have been on the internet hunting for jobbage and filling in my little diary for the Job Centre-I feel 12 :( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;So whats been happening in the world of Kat you ask? Well you don't really ask, but I'll tell you anyway!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Saturday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; Me and the fella went over to a friends house and met up with some other friends (I have more than 1, yes)  we proceeded to Birmingham and had a few drinks, had lunch at Wagamama's (nom nom nommy noms...nom!) I drank a few more glasses of wine (churs!) and then we tootled off to catch the train back to Andrews (where we were staying over le weekend) the train was delayed/dead and we came back in a taxi instead-I was very warm squishied next to Gaz and Tanya :) Mmmm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I got a few hours sleep as the sofa was very short-then I slept on the floor... :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Sunday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; I had a bit of a headache. I cooked Sunday dinner for everyone, yaaay! We mooched around a bit and then went home :) I didn't go to the Sunday quiz as I was uber tired and I flaked out at home whilst Gaz went to save our team :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Monday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; MY BIRTHDAY! I am now 23 years young! I didn't do much in the day as I had nothing to do :( but later on after opening my presents and stuffs I went over to my friend Ree's and we had a mini get together there with several mutual friends. We ended up talking about duck cocks, animal sex, porn, me being shit at Wii bowlig, me being ace at Wii tennis, cats, how men think girls just talk about periods and weddings* when they are away etc I got drunk we watched Hot Fuzz (the comedy, not the porn-heh) and then I helped Ree clear up and I went home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;So thats you all pretty much caught up on Kats ramblings for the week! I am currently doing my diary for the Job Centre-oh, I've already said that...well...I'll say it again &gt;:P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;TUNE IN NEXT TIME FOR MORE SHIT THAT NOONE WILL PROBABLY READ! :D!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;*I hate people talking about weddings, their weddings, anyone's weddings and anything to do with weddings. It's ONE day, get over it for Christ sake, noone really gives two shits so shuddap. Aso chick flicks and shit like that, don't pretend it'll happen girls-it doesn't. Although I do read Mills and Boon...but only the bits with sex in! &gt;:D Mwahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/566327729467092620-1423304406562554531?l=katsramblesthroughlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katsramblesthroughlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1423304406562554531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=566327729467092620&amp;postID=1423304406562554531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566327729467092620/posts/default/1423304406562554531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566327729467092620/posts/default/1423304406562554531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katsramblesthroughlife.blogspot.com/2009/01/rambly-rambles-from-past-belated.html' title='Rambly Rambles from the past! BELATED BIRTHDAY POST'/><author><name>*~Katania~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02914413150722961667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J5BO99wKywA/TwI_99Sk6YI/AAAAAAAAAGU/ymSTzhF_gEc/s220/Newme.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-566327729467092620.post-4592675475675041780</id><published>2009-01-23T18:18:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-01-23T18:25:50.681Z</updated><title type='text'>Birthday woes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Hello blog, I haven't posted on you in a while and every time I do I seem to be moaning about something or other-still, sod it, eh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Today I feel worse than I have done for ages. I have the most awful abdominal cramps, leg cramps, headache-you name it, I've probably go it (not leprosy though-ick) I have cried pretty much all day as I am immensely fed up and have felt crappy for a few days, just today happens to be the culmination of it all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;I try so hard to be a good person to people but sometimes you just want to scream! I am fed up of being the doormat in life and I just want a break.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;I wish I could have my mum nearby as I'd love to go and see her and just have a hug (am very upset writing this) I miss my cats more than should be allowed-I have a terrible feeling of longing and it makes me so sad I can't breathe. I am fed up with my birthdays all going to shit, I am fed up of my father not seeing me, I am fed up of my bitch of a sister being the most selfish person God put under the sun. I cannot believe shes fucking off for 6 months and leaving our poor mother alone, struggling with COPD! I cannot believe a person could be that awful. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;I may move back, I have to help her, it will also give me the purpose in life I feel I've been missing for quite a long time now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;I still have no job, I am waiting on the recruitment agency to come up trumps and also I have to go to the Job Centre, I've been out of work since 28 November and have had no money since then, at all. It's also amazing who is your real friends are in times like this.  I have lent so much money out in the past few years to people, paid for them to come out and stuff and I have never once asked for it back or the favour to be returned, yet people are very quick to do it to me-the bastards is all I have to say, what utter bastards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;I give up on people, there isn't a decent soul amongst any of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/566327729467092620-4592675475675041780?l=katsramblesthroughlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katsramblesthroughlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4592675475675041780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=566327729467092620&amp;postID=4592675475675041780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566327729467092620/posts/default/4592675475675041780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566327729467092620/posts/default/4592675475675041780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katsramblesthroughlife.blogspot.com/2009/01/birthday-woes.html' title='Birthday woes'/><author><name>*~Katania~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02914413150722961667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J5BO99wKywA/TwI_99Sk6YI/AAAAAAAAAGU/ymSTzhF_gEc/s220/Newme.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-566327729467092620.post-2176807008017350267</id><published>2008-12-17T15:45:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-12-17T15:52:30.673Z</updated><title type='text'>I hate Christmas</title><content type='html'>Yes I bloody well do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the reasons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1-I MISS MY CATS! I don't have them for Catmus :(&lt;br /&gt;2- I have no flat in which to put a tree and decorations up and shit&lt;br /&gt;3- I have no job!&lt;br /&gt;4- I have no money!&lt;br /&gt;5- I owe money to Gaz for lending some for Raes birthday and shit like that&lt;br /&gt;6- Every fucker else around has money and I don't&lt;br /&gt;7- I can't visit my mummy this year as I am poor :'(&lt;br /&gt;8- I haven't got much for anyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO HALLELUJAH to fucking Christmas! &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am coughing up blood because I have coughed  all pissing day! I also had 2 nose bleeds and I think I *may* be stressed-hah! I FEEL LIKE STRESSED-BLOODY-ERIC!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also have a terrible fever and a headache, due to the coughing.&lt;br /&gt;I can't go to the doctors either as I have no money to buy the prescription&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is a barrel of bloody laughs right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have mood swings all the time, I am irritable and I want to burn everything around me&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* I'll go to bed and not wake up again I think.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/566327729467092620-2176807008017350267?l=katsramblesthroughlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katsramblesthroughlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2176807008017350267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=566327729467092620&amp;postID=2176807008017350267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566327729467092620/posts/default/2176807008017350267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566327729467092620/posts/default/2176807008017350267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katsramblesthroughlife.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-hate-christmas.html' title='I hate Christmas'/><author><name>*~Katania~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02914413150722961667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J5BO99wKywA/TwI_99Sk6YI/AAAAAAAAAGU/ymSTzhF_gEc/s220/Newme.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-566327729467092620.post-7776598370365180938</id><published>2008-11-06T11:25:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-11-06T11:37:44.768Z</updated><title type='text'>Feeling sorry for myself-change the record woman!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;06/11/08&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;***Angst alert! Turn back now!***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I'm probably having one of the worst times in my life recently. I've been far too picky about the place I've been looking to go and move into-I wanted it so I could have my cats there aswell, but that isn't possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Gaz sent me a link to a site that had a cheap studio flat, so I guess that's a hint :s I've been looking for somewhere, but with the impending doom of having to change jobs it's not been high priority for me to find somewhere else because I thought I was semi-safe with Gaz...this now isn't really true. Sonow it's back to paranoia land and the world of uncertain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I'm going to have to do some pretty quick shifting really and see if I can get 2 or 3 jobs so I can afford to have my cats in a new place-I'll even resort to dressing up in a sandwich board and selling things on the streets to do that-hopefully not myself though, I don't think a fiver a day is going to help with living expenses tbh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I'm so upset and it feels like my insides have been filled with cold cement&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;On a happier note-I'm going out for the Pru's 22nd!  This makes me a bit happier inside and I shall go out and enjoy myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO PRUUU!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/566327729467092620-7776598370365180938?l=katsramblesthroughlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katsramblesthroughlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7776598370365180938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=566327729467092620&amp;postID=7776598370365180938' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566327729467092620/posts/default/7776598370365180938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566327729467092620/posts/default/7776598370365180938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katsramblesthroughlife.blogspot.com/2008/11/feeling-sorry-for-myself-change-record.html' title='Feeling sorry for myself-change the record woman!'/><author><name>*~Katania~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02914413150722961667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J5BO99wKywA/TwI_99Sk6YI/AAAAAAAAAGU/ymSTzhF_gEc/s220/Newme.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-566327729467092620.post-5875889438887830429</id><published>2008-10-31T09:59:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-10-31T10:32:01.376Z</updated><title type='text'>RAGE AGAINST THE MACHINE...erm...PC!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I AM GOING TO BLOW MY FRICKING MIND!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;This is why:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Man came to work, cloned old pc to put info in new pc...things went wrong...very wrong, so I has wrote email!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;******************************************************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt; Hello *****! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I know you are on a job at the moment so I thought it'd be best to email a description of the things that have happened. I was just typing an email up when the computer decided to switch itself off, it wasn't like a proper 'shut down' though as it came on again pretty quickly. It auto-restarted and a blue screen appeared with lots of information on it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Before it dissapeared and the PC turned itself off again I saw it say 'please contact your system provider' and the words 'XP updates' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;When the screen came on it then said &lt;em&gt;One of the files containing the system's registry data had to be recovered by use of a log or alternate copy. The result was successful&lt;/em&gt; This message has now popped up twice.* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I am going to be leaving the PC for now as I don't really want to be messing with it in case something goes wrong. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;These are the things I have done since you left today: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have wrote 1 email (2-including this one) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have installed Firefox as I wanted to see if internet explorer was playing up because of the problems with BT I've been having. It isn't BT apparently as I have asked someone else to have a look on their PC and they have been anble to open my folders and get access to all the messages in the inbox too.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Firefox also won't open the emails, so I'm a little worried as to what the problem actually is and why I can't open my emails via the BT link. (I shall keep trying again tomorrow)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have opened a few old artworks I haven't installed anything new, other than Firefox.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt; So, if you can just email me back that'd be great as I have no idea why all of that information came up on the blue screen and why it's said that message above twice to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I had a number of fonts I had installed on the old PC and they don't seem to be on here-I take it you just copied files over?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I still cannot scan. The folder that the scanner and the pc share is called:  //MFP_00F49888/file_share/ I've found that info off the printer/scanner-that's where all the information is stored, is there any way to get the info back on here? Or will I need the old PC back to get all the artwork I scanned over on it previously? Can I make a new network for the PC and scanner that I can use today to start scanning afresh as I need to send artwork for approval to people and am a little stuck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to you very muchly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katania.S. aka the poor bitch you have given this pc-from-hell to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*It has also done it this morning after turning the pc on first thing, so something is obviously wrong with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend of mine also said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Insert from Ace!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hi, Kat. My guess is that if someone tried to "clone the information"by just copying all the files, including windows, then it won't work.windows has to be installed fresh, because it's a different computer.or maybe they overwrote some system files on the new pc when they didthe copy (which might have screwed up the registry for example). Is btconnect a web interface thing? maybe the pc isn't set right foraccessing network or internet sites.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*********************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO I MAY JUST FUCKING KILL THE DAMNED THING! You want me to go mad, don't you? That's what you want isn't it? Huh, huh, HUH?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/566327729467092620-5875889438887830429?l=katsramblesthroughlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katsramblesthroughlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5875889438887830429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=566327729467092620&amp;postID=5875889438887830429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566327729467092620/posts/default/5875889438887830429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566327729467092620/posts/default/5875889438887830429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katsramblesthroughlife.blogspot.com/2008/10/rage-against-machineermpc.html' title='RAGE AGAINST THE MACHINE...erm...PC!'/><author><name>*~Katania~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02914413150722961667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J5BO99wKywA/TwI_99Sk6YI/AAAAAAAAAGU/ymSTzhF_gEc/s220/Newme.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-566327729467092620.post-5589021387996143085</id><published>2008-10-30T22:55:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-10-30T23:15:23.022Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='halloween'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Time outs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pissing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ERROR'/><title type='text'>No Halloweening for me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Thursday 30/10/08&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;No halloweening for me tomorrow, this makes me very sad inside. Me and Pru would only have a couple of hours anyway and I need more than that to run around in a very mad manner. So I will not be doing anything remotely halloweeny now, which is very sad for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Gaz also promised that we'd go to Thorpe Park...that isn't happening-so...bit fucking fed up to be honest with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;TODAY:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;God I was so immensely pissed off at the new pc for work-but did anyone care? Nope! It drives me up the pissing wall because I know for a fact that it's been set up all wrong, it doesn't have error message after error message for no good reason-I mean maybe in the grand scheme of things an error message (by some really weird coincidence) actually means there is a fucking ERROR!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I have been speaking like a computer to Pru aswell. I was discussing who I would like to Ctrl+Alt+Delete and then who I would like to ESCAPE from...I think maybe my brain needs a time out....mmmm....time outs...I haven't had one of those bugger for years!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I enjoyed doing 'credit control' today and ringing customers and yelling on answer machines about them owing money. One guy came in about 3 hours after I left the message to pay in PERSON rather than send a cheque-the power of Kat that is. I didn't enjoy the phone call I had earlier in the day though which went along the lines of, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;'So...you print and embroider things?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;'Yes we do. Is there anything I can help you with at all?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;'Well that sounds promising! And your name is?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;'Uh...Kat'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;'C or a K?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;'It's a K. Now can I help you with anything or-?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;'Oh yeah, sorry! I'd like a quote and stuff'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;'Okay. Printing or embroidering? Logo?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;'Well...I haven't decided yet...'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;'Well, I'm afraid I can't really help you then'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;'So,uh, if I came in and took my shirt off for you-would you embroider it?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;'We don't do items less than 10 I'm afraid, there would be a surcharge'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;'So, uh, you wouldn't want me to take my shirt off?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;'As I said-there would be a surcharge for embroidering a single-'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;'I'm actually trying to flirt with you'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;'Oh were you? I do apologise.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;'Is that it?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;'Yes-oh one more thing-sod off. Have a nice day.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I have an idea which company he was from and needless to say I shall be making very sure that I mention the call when I next see them...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Oh the joys of being me sometimes....fucking wankers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/566327729467092620-5589021387996143085?l=katsramblesthroughlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katsramblesthroughlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5589021387996143085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=566327729467092620&amp;postID=5589021387996143085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566327729467092620/posts/default/5589021387996143085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566327729467092620/posts/default/5589021387996143085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katsramblesthroughlife.blogspot.com/2008/10/no-halloweening-for-me.html' title='No Halloweening for me'/><author><name>*~Katania~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02914413150722961667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J5BO99wKywA/TwI_99Sk6YI/AAAAAAAAAGU/ymSTzhF_gEc/s220/Newme.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-566327729467092620.post-5084357799588344857</id><published>2008-10-29T12:38:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-10-29T17:13:23.185Z</updated><title type='text'>Halloween!! The 'citement is brewing! RANDOM POST</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Actually...mentioning brewing...I realise we have no sugar for my tea....hmmm....this means another Red Bull of course you realise!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Just rambling to myself as is the norm. If noone listens that's okay, they may be missing out on important things in life! Life lessons from Kat...yep...maybe they aren't missing out at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I wonder how long it's going to take for me to go completely mad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Random thoughts throughout the day written down when I say/think them:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I HAVEN'T PASSED THE FUCKING MESSAGE ON, BECAUSE HE'S NOT BEEN IN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Christ on a fucking bike! Do people have nothing better to do than to ring me and leave inane messages!? FUCK OFF!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Have a nice day :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;What is a Marmoset? Is it a meerkat or a monkey? I've forgotten&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;SNOWBALLS! YAAAAY :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I want a snow pony....not a snow man please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I'M GOING TO MORRISON'S DRESSED AS A PIRATE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Gaz got me a costume and everything :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;He can shiver my timbers any day ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Red bull....is bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/566327729467092620-5084357799588344857?l=katsramblesthroughlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katsramblesthroughlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5084357799588344857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=566327729467092620&amp;postID=5084357799588344857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566327729467092620/posts/default/5084357799588344857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566327729467092620/posts/default/5084357799588344857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katsramblesthroughlife.blogspot.com/2008/10/halloween-citement-is-brewing-random.html' title='Halloween!! The &apos;citement is brewing! RANDOM POST'/><author><name>*~Katania~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02914413150722961667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J5BO99wKywA/TwI_99Sk6YI/AAAAAAAAAGU/ymSTzhF_gEc/s220/Newme.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-566327729467092620.post-5763026422025240368</id><published>2008-10-28T13:00:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-10-28T14:49:00.524Z</updated><title type='text'>I'm going to scream and scream 'til I'm sick!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;***ANGRY BLOG ALERT!***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Tuesday 28/10/08&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I wish I could be like that woman from Hellboy and burst into flames! Grah &gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I am absolutely pissed off today and want everyone to die in a ball of flame shot out from my eyes in some sort of wicked display of super powers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;AAAAAAAAAAAH-OhexceptAlanRickman-AAAAAA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;AAAAAAAAAAAAA-Andmaybemymum-AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;And the woman that Jo is serving has a very very annoying voice, nasal in quality and I want to kill her too &gt;:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;*Sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I'm going to leave I think, I can't cope with people not listening to me. Sod them both, they can work together and get nowt done and I can go and hibernate all winter and then wake up in spring. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Bloody horsey people, why do they always sound like they have a ****up their arse?! Graaaah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;And I was in such a good mood earlier :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/566327729467092620-5763026422025240368?l=katsramblesthroughlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katsramblesthroughlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5763026422025240368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=566327729467092620&amp;postID=5763026422025240368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566327729467092620/posts/default/5763026422025240368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566327729467092620/posts/default/5763026422025240368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katsramblesthroughlife.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-going-to-scream-and-scream-til-im.html' title='I&apos;m going to scream and scream &apos;til I&apos;m sick!'/><author><name>*~Katania~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02914413150722961667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J5BO99wKywA/TwI_99Sk6YI/AAAAAAAAAGU/ymSTzhF_gEc/s220/Newme.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-566327729467092620.post-7714573225160979858</id><published>2008-10-19T20:14:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T20:33:15.016+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Horror'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heels'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Men'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drinking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mirrors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny'/><title type='text'>'Mirror, mirror on the wall...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;...I won't be looking into you at all!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Damn straight I won't!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I watched 'Mirrors' last night with Pru, was great! The only part I jumped at was the bloody pigeon flying across the screen! Feathery fucker scared me half to death :s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;The best part for me was when this...um...lady was on and the dude saw her in the mirror, it was so funny! She was making all scary groany-noises and I was laughing my head off! Pru laughed aswell when at one stage the main character decided to do a classic stupid 'I'm going to go in there' type thing, as you get in all horror movies, I exclaimed 'Fuck that shit!' :D hahah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Damn well wouldn't catch me getting my ass in some scary old burned down mall thing, fuck that for a game of soldiers sweetheart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;FRIDAY: (Yes I know SATURDAY was above....)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I went out...it was GREAT :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Gaz didn't come as he apparently had a 'headache' (I thought that was a womans excuse? hehe) so I went and met Mr.J and Ree and we mooched to the Swan. I had my favourite shoes on ('love those shoes!') and I looked rather schmart :)  I did well on the Itbox on 'Deal or no Deal,' then we decided to have aboooout 7 Apple Sourz? I can't really recall just how many it was...hmmm...nope...no idea. I had 3 Koppenbergs aswell and...um....more too :/ BAD KAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So got drunk, had fun, won nowt on the Itbox, got chatted up by Kevin :s good help me and then walked home alone at 2:15am! I took off my heels and left them outside Ree's as I took a rest, forgot to pick them back up, carried on walking to Gaz's and then remembered and had to go back for them-D'oh! Then managed to get the keys in the door (really surprised there is any paint left on the door as I scraped the keys across it, trying desperately to get the key IN the hole.)  I did a weird walk over to Poppet's tank, tapped on the glass, called him a 'fucking fuck,' told everything to 'be quiet' that I bumped into and then went to the loo. Gaz popped his head around the door. Apparently it sounded as if I had falled THROUGH the door and it had woken him up :s ooooopsy &gt;.&lt;; BAD KAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then we went to bed, he got up in the middle of the night as I was snoring (I'm so attractive sometimes...) and stayed on the sofa, I woke up feeling as if a herd of wildebeast were using my head as a battering ram...oooooh....see above for what happened Saturday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUNDAY: (Yes, I know I'm confusing)&lt;br /&gt;I have one permenantly hard nipple, this is worrying. I cannot fathom why it is so but it's making my clothes look odd...I may cellotape it or something :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got up late after having played 'Scrabble' with Gaz last night (no euphanism there) and he won, 10 points ahead he was-I swear he cheated! I had words like 'Hempt' and 'Abused' and he had words like 'Cow' and 'Gone' so ladies and gents I think you'll find Mr.G is a dirty cheating scumball....love you dear ^.^*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about ladies and gents...&lt;br /&gt;Men can't laugh at a woman being funny, it just cannot happen-it is VERY annoying for us who are actually rathing charmingly witty [insert self-appraisal here please] I think I shall write something on this to see where mens brains shut off from us...I think it's somewhere along the 'Don't leave the loo seat up' and 'Please can you get me milk from the shops?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doing the quiz tonight, I hope we win!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace &amp;amp; Chicken Grease!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/566327729467092620-7714573225160979858?l=katsramblesthroughlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katsramblesthroughlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7714573225160979858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=566327729467092620&amp;postID=7714573225160979858' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566327729467092620/posts/default/7714573225160979858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566327729467092620/posts/default/7714573225160979858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katsramblesthroughlife.blogspot.com/2008/10/mirror-mirror-on-wall.html' title='&apos;Mirror, mirror on the wall...'/><author><name>*~Katania~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02914413150722961667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J5BO99wKywA/TwI_99Sk6YI/AAAAAAAAAGU/ymSTzhF_gEc/s220/Newme.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-566327729467092620.post-7063013277739985275</id><published>2008-10-17T11:50:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T12:06:54.821+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cross'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spider'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Porpoise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hungry'/><title type='text'>No use crying over spilt milk</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;*Sigh* What a bastarding week! I am so bloody fed up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;So this has been going on:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;1, Living with Gaz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;2, Feeling ill, grumpy and useless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;3, General stupidness increase x 20!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;4, Worry about work and life in general&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;5, Missing the cats so much it makes me sad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;6, People pissing me off that normally wouldn't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;7, Uncontrolled bursts of rage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;8, Gained appetite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;So in short this is the temporary (we hope) me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Cross, Fat, Hungry, Sad, Unreasonable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I think I may see if I can get a little time off and go wandering off on my own and sort my head out. I'm getting really awkward and I don't want this to affect me and Gaz as a couple as he's okay really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Even the spider doesn't bug me much anymore, the bloody thing comes out a lot more and I stop and have a talk with it-I think I'm missing the cats, this does NOT mean I'm going to get the bloody thing out and cuddle it though-I'll never play the piano again :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I just want something to look after, I've lost my purpose (nearly wrote porpoise then! I wonder if you can get them as pets...hmmm....) because I have no real home (yeah I live with Gaz but it's not my home) and I am feeling useless and this is making me very short-tempered! I may go out tonight for a few and chill with the gang at the pub, that'll help hopefully. I really really hope noone pisses me off as I may combust!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I have to call Pru at some stage aswell :S sorry Pru's &gt;.&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;KWOTW'end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;'I can't be arsed'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Well...KPOTW'end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/566327729467092620-7063013277739985275?l=katsramblesthroughlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katsramblesthroughlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7063013277739985275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=566327729467092620&amp;postID=7063013277739985275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566327729467092620/posts/default/7063013277739985275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566327729467092620/posts/default/7063013277739985275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katsramblesthroughlife.blogspot.com/2008/10/no-use-crying-over-spilt-milk.html' title='No use crying over spilt milk'/><author><name>*~Katania~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02914413150722961667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J5BO99wKywA/TwI_99Sk6YI/AAAAAAAAAGU/ymSTzhF_gEc/s220/Newme.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-566327729467092620.post-3113180445387386933</id><published>2008-10-09T11:53:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T12:58:11.671+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Farewell! OLD POST FOUND and new one written</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;POST RECOVERED:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Thursday 9th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Konnichiwa ^.^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Last day in my flat tomorrow, ye gads! It's a bit of a scary concept really as I have been living there for a few years now and I shall miss it muchly :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;But-landlords are being cunts so I have to go really. I can't stand to live in a place where the wankers just waltz in as and when they like. I had though about putting some sort of 'trap' in the flat, like a friendly crossbow behind the door-but you guys know me, I am daft enough to walk into said trap and have my eye out-like poor 'Harold' did!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Okay so that was an old postage...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;*NEW STUFFS*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;15th October, Wednesday (MID WAY THROOOOUGH!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;KWOTW!! I HAVE A FEW!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Pegging&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Glory holes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Crotchings!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;These are EXCELLENT words and should be used up until next year-please go forth and spread such news to the masses :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I am addicted to Bomberman, I would like a help clinic to be made please so I can have weekly meetings and learn to prize myself away from Bomberman L!ve &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I am living with Gaz, things are going well. I am cooking and cleaning, he makes the occasional tea and coffe, he also provides much amusement when playing car games as I sit and watch him crash.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I haven't wanted to kill him yet, so I think I may keep him :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;That's all for now as I need to work-chow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/566327729467092620-3113180445387386933?l=katsramblesthroughlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katsramblesthroughlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3113180445387386933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=566327729467092620&amp;postID=3113180445387386933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566327729467092620/posts/default/3113180445387386933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566327729467092620/posts/default/3113180445387386933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katsramblesthroughlife.blogspot.com/2008/10/farewell-old-post-found-and-new-one.html' title='Farewell! OLD POST FOUND and new one written'/><author><name>*~Katania~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02914413150722961667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J5BO99wKywA/TwI_99Sk6YI/AAAAAAAAAGU/ymSTzhF_gEc/s220/Newme.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-566327729467092620.post-8998939625047681798</id><published>2008-09-22T13:06:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T22:58:38.654+01:00</updated><title type='text'>'I don't like Mondays'</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;SUB: In fact, I don't like ANY day without an 'S' in front of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Hey all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Blog tiiiime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Rod's gone from work, this means dear little me is going to be embroidering like a MOFO! I have cleaned the embroidery bay and tidied everything (I do NOT have OCD before anyone says...I just like things clean, okay!? :p nyah)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Okay so here are my random thoughts for the day:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;I LOVE CALVIN HARRIS! He makes me do a little sex wee in my pants. Especially listening to his uber nice voice (melts) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Dizzee Rascal feat. Calvin Harris - Dance Wiv Me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Get that on your sound box now!! It's an order :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;I realise I haven't blogged for a bit, I thought I would be doing this religiously-evidently I am not a good Catholic :/ ah well &gt;.&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;I must start eating properly again, this spasmodic munching is no good!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;I have to worm the cats&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;I can't remember where I've put my phone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Noone will make me a coffee with 4 sugars in it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;I'M GOING TO SEE HARRY HILL LIVE!! OMFG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Okay, so now you know what's happening in my brain today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;I was on a trampoline for the best part of 30 minutes yesterday entertaining the kids in the garden. I also manned the BBQ and successfully managed to feed Me, Helen, Jo, Cressada, Simon (adults-although I'm not really sure I can be counted as one) Jack, Georgia, Georgina, Eddy and Lucy (3yrs) so it wasn't a complete fiasco! I am always good in a crisis :) not my own like, everyone else's I'm fine with though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Speaking of crisis-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;You may have noticed my minor melt down on MSN and Facebook and other places (along the lines of hysterically typing: 'I FUCKING HATE THINGS, JESUS WHY DO I HAVE TO HAVE SO MUCH SHIT?!') and various other bouts of rage at life in general. It's mainly because my fucking 'tard of a letting agent has decided to be a cunt and cause me much stress. Oh Kat's not mad enough already so we'll just make her go even more mental, a'thank you! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;This weekend was also my last one to drink, and I didn't get drunk! People are tiptoeing around me like I have had my child eaten by a raptor or something :S I'm not really that bad am I?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;I have been a liiiiittle tetchy aswell recently, understandably though since I thought I was being evicted on friday (19th! Just gone) so I was growling and stuff. Poor Mr.G-unit has had it in the neck, but he does drive me mad! He is so bloody pedantic about things and I can feel the little tension muscle in my eye going when he does that and I feel as though I want to bite him in a very naughty place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;I have just been asked by Jo if I 'Like Harry Hill?' um...No not really, just going to go all the way to London to see him for the sake of travel really.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;That's all for now!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Peace and Chicken Grease.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Kat x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/566327729467092620-8998939625047681798?l=katsramblesthroughlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katsramblesthroughlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8998939625047681798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=566327729467092620&amp;postID=8998939625047681798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566327729467092620/posts/default/8998939625047681798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566327729467092620/posts/default/8998939625047681798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katsramblesthroughlife.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-dont-like-mondays.html' title='&apos;I don&apos;t like Mondays&apos;'/><author><name>*~Katania~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02914413150722961667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J5BO99wKywA/TwI_99Sk6YI/AAAAAAAAAGU/ymSTzhF_gEc/s220/Newme.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-566327729467092620.post-9054490812531261884</id><published>2008-09-11T12:41:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T13:01:21.286+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gaz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ex fiance'/><title type='text'>Thursday! Mr.Griffiths is back tomorrow :) I'm so sad...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thursday-My blood is up!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Oh my god I have not laughed in ages as much as I did last night! I rang Soph as I haven't heard/seen from her in an age or two so she picked me up, we sped off, went to hers and then back to mine! Whoop! Had a chinese from the Bamboo House which is THE best ever! I love the place :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;We watched Roadkill, which is a film I never tire of. 'Candy Cane.' It's a good film in my opinion. I whapped the laptop on and we were watching some random-ass stuff on there and laughing. Then I remembered something Gaz showed me (mind &lt;em&gt;out&lt;/em&gt; of the gutter people!) and I said to her, 'You know me-I'm weird. Wanna see something funny as hell and promise you won't throw up?' and Soph being Soph...she said 'hell yeah!' so I typed in the following...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cakefarts.com/"&gt;http://www.cakefarts.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Oh.my.god! How much does that crack me up!? What the FUCK type of sicko gets turned on by that?! Hahaha *is still laughing now* I shall forever remember the words, 'Do you know what I like most? Cake farts' and I think I shall have them engraved upon my tombstone :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Okay...little far there-sometimes I don't know when to hold back :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Also, what made me and Soph laugh a bit more was...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.puddingfarts.com/"&gt;http://www.puddingfarts.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Oh.my.god again! (Not in a Helen from big brother type way of saying that-it is genuine astonishment!) Sophie's face when she saw that, I laughed so much I cried a bit-the poor cats didn't know what the hell was going on! Bandit 'had one on him' last night aswell and was being funny and running around the place making little 'roaaaaaarwmew' noises (I can only guess that meant 'beep beep' in cat language as he was vrooming about the place)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Yeah I had a few to drink, not many though! I was pretty good I have to say and I was in work for half 7! Yeah!! I have done a fair bit aswell. I also have a TAX REBATE! Get the hell in my pants! I have money to go to Drayton Manor now, I am so happy! I think I can afford the tattoo aswell now, which is good as I was a tad worried.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mini-rant:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;My ex fiance *spits* came in, yes the painfully good looking one with the monster trucks and he got a quote on garments from me because he now has his own business *whoop for you dear -_-;* and he did my head in because he gave me Emma's number and then he got mine off her to text me!! He said 'is that all I'm going to hear from you?' What do you want Steve? For me to say, 'I'm in love with you still, after all this time and I want you back,' because that would be a lie. All I see when I look at you is the cunt that hurt me years ago and while I don't punch you in the face if I see you that does not mean inside me I don't want to rip your juggular out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;There's a great quote somewhere in the book 'Hannibal' my Thomas Harris that says&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;'He has the ability to appreciate the leg and also note the weak parts in the hamstring,' or something to that effect. This is me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Okay, so I feel a liiiiittle tetchy today. I have a terrible headache and I am in need of some TLC-cue Gaz coming back tomorrow from holiday :D yay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I did actually miss him while he was away, which is weird. I didn't miss my ex that much when he went away (and I was with him 3 years!) I don't think this means anything very important, it could be the fact that I'm feeling low and need companionship or something (I sounds like I'm talking about a bloody dog!lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;That'll do me for today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/566327729467092620-9054490812531261884?l=katsramblesthroughlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katsramblesthroughlife.blogspot.com/feeds/9054490812531261884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=566327729467092620&amp;postID=9054490812531261884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566327729467092620/posts/default/9054490812531261884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566327729467092620/posts/default/9054490812531261884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katsramblesthroughlife.blogspot.com/2008/09/thursday-mrgriffiths-is-back-tomorrow.html' title='Thursday! Mr.Griffiths is back tomorrow :) I&apos;m so sad...'/><author><name>*~Katania~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02914413150722961667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J5BO99wKywA/TwI_99Sk6YI/AAAAAAAAAGU/ymSTzhF_gEc/s220/Newme.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-566327729467092620.post-5420089332854476762</id><published>2008-09-04T15:59:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T16:17:35.103+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tattoo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Doppelganger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ink'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pain'/><title type='text'>Everyone know's me-but why? DOPPELGANGER!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;THURSDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Today I sat and thought, 'Why the hell does everyone know me everywhere I go!?' and I mean &lt;strong&gt;everywhere&lt;/strong&gt; aswell! I went on a mini-break to Springfield and people knew me there, then Abber, people knew me there, Birmingham, people knew me there...could it be I am actually the new Truman Show? If so-what the hell is wrong with you people!? &gt;.&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Seriously, it's a liiiittle freaky how everywhere I seem to go people know me and come and chat to me. Now, I am a naturally friendly little lady (5'3-bless) and I love talking to people, but recently it's becoming harder to talk to people because there's so fucking many of them! I have NO idea where I know half of them from and this worries me. I went out last night and some woman said, 'Oh that's Kat! I gotta say hell I haven't seen her since that episode in Reflex...' Say WHUT?! There was no episode in Reflex...was there? I'm sure there is someone out there that looks exactly the same and acts the same aswell!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;WHO ARE YOU?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Okay, so I'm a little tired today after being out all pissing night (more on this later as my brain is slowly going into *sleep* mode at work-which is bad!) Mr.G is on holiday and this means I have the quiz on Sunday with his mum and dad! I hope Bob (his brother) comes aswell as I like him-he funny :D plus then I can laugh at him using his hands to express himself, that was so funny when he tried to draw a cross :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I was meant to be going to watch Travis at le weekend...but I aint going! I am brassic this week and I had a tattoo to pay for on Saturday and I have to *have* it aswell :/ yikes! I'm a little worried, my last one was about February? Or maybe not...christ how long ago WAS it? It may have been last year-jesus! If anyone actually knows can they email me? :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;So I'm having my ninja kitty tattoo which is going to hurt like a MOFO as it has a lot of black in it :'( but then I am a glutton for punishment ;) a bit of pain never hurt anyone :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;That's this shitty entry done as I can't think of anything else to say and I have just smudged ink up my cheek and need to get it off before people think I've been sleeping on the desk...no scurb that...*know* I've been sleeping on the desk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I'm all alooooone at work :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/566327729467092620-5420089332854476762?l=katsramblesthroughlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katsramblesthroughlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5420089332854476762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=566327729467092620&amp;postID=5420089332854476762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566327729467092620/posts/default/5420089332854476762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566327729467092620/posts/default/5420089332854476762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katsramblesthroughlife.blogspot.com/2008/09/everyone-knows-me-but-why-doppelganger.html' title='Everyone know&apos;s me-but why? DOPPELGANGER!'/><author><name>*~Katania~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02914413150722961667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J5BO99wKywA/TwI_99Sk6YI/AAAAAAAAAGU/ymSTzhF_gEc/s220/Newme.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-566327729467092620.post-7575380099794219749</id><published>2008-08-26T20:19:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T20:23:06.863+01:00</updated><title type='text'>'Who me?'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wHcKgWFS79U/SLRXphwRiUI/AAAAAAAAABg/6xDws1bVsIE/s1600-h/SNV31331.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238908637485828418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wHcKgWFS79U/SLRXphwRiUI/AAAAAAAAABg/6xDws1bVsIE/s320/SNV31331.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;'Who me?! I didn't change the channel while you were gone...nope...not me....never. Would this face lie?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Tricksey little kitties'es!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/566327729467092620-7575380099794219749?l=katsramblesthroughlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katsramblesthroughlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7575380099794219749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=566327729467092620&amp;postID=7575380099794219749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566327729467092620/posts/default/7575380099794219749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566327729467092620/posts/default/7575380099794219749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katsramblesthroughlife.blogspot.com/2008/08/who-me.html' title='&apos;Who me?&apos;'/><author><name>*~Katania~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02914413150722961667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J5BO99wKywA/TwI_99Sk6YI/AAAAAAAAAGU/ymSTzhF_gEc/s220/Newme.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wHcKgWFS79U/SLRXphwRiUI/AAAAAAAAABg/6xDws1bVsIE/s72-c/SNV31331.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-566327729467092620.post-2927247904960298414</id><published>2008-08-26T20:01:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T20:14:15.333+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Smokey a.k.a Momo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wHcKgWFS79U/SLRUPHBVTPI/AAAAAAAAABY/_j0p76FPiU4/s1600-h/SNV31326.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238904885098138866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wHcKgWFS79U/SLRUPHBVTPI/AAAAAAAAABY/_j0p76FPiU4/s320/SNV31326.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SMOKEY! Momo :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/566327729467092620-2927247904960298414?l=katsramblesthroughlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katsramblesthroughlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2927247904960298414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=566327729467092620&amp;postID=2927247904960298414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566327729467092620/posts/default/2927247904960298414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566327729467092620/posts/default/2927247904960298414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katsramblesthroughlife.blogspot.com/2008/08/smokey-aka-momo.html' title='Smokey a.k.a Momo'/><author><name>*~Katania~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02914413150722961667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J5BO99wKywA/TwI_99Sk6YI/AAAAAAAAAGU/ymSTzhF_gEc/s220/Newme.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wHcKgWFS79U/SLRUPHBVTPI/AAAAAAAAABY/_j0p76FPiU4/s72-c/SNV31326.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-566327729467092620.post-9105346378586522883</id><published>2008-08-26T19:54:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T20:00:50.310+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sooty a.k.a Soots and mummy's baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wHcKgWFS79U/SLRSVpn61EI/AAAAAAAAABI/SAa2meFmc6c/s1600-h/SNV31965.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238902798442746946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wHcKgWFS79U/SLRSVpn61EI/AAAAAAAAABI/SAa2meFmc6c/s320/SNV31965.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;SOOTY!! She's gorgeous. My baby ^.^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/566327729467092620-9105346378586522883?l=katsramblesthroughlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katsramblesthroughlife.blogspot.com/feeds/9105346378586522883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=566327729467092620&amp;postID=9105346378586522883' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566327729467092620/posts/default/9105346378586522883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566327729467092620/posts/default/9105346378586522883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katsramblesthroughlife.blogspot.com/2008/08/sooty-aka-soots-and-mummys-baby.html' title='Sooty a.k.a Soots and mummy&apos;s baby'/><author><name>*~Katania~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02914413150722961667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J5BO99wKywA/TwI_99Sk6YI/AAAAAAAAAGU/ymSTzhF_gEc/s220/Newme.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wHcKgWFS79U/SLRSVpn61EI/AAAAAAAAABI/SAa2meFmc6c/s72-c/SNV31965.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-566327729467092620.post-1946114986851622144</id><published>2008-08-26T19:19:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T19:53:50.924+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cats'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kittens'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bandit'/><title type='text'>Bandit a.k.a Bandy cat</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wHcKgWFS79U/SLROPtC2InI/AAAAAAAAABA/5Vjsb9HIyIs/s1600-h/SNV31332.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238898298235265650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wHcKgWFS79U/SLROPtC2InI/AAAAAAAAABA/5Vjsb9HIyIs/s320/SNV31332.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Isn't he the most handsome cat ever?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/566327729467092620-1946114986851622144?l=katsramblesthroughlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katsramblesthroughlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1946114986851622144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=566327729467092620&amp;postID=1946114986851622144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566327729467092620/posts/default/1946114986851622144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566327729467092620/posts/default/1946114986851622144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katsramblesthroughlife.blogspot.com/2008/08/bandit-aka-bandy-cat.html' title='Bandit a.k.a Bandy cat'/><author><name>*~Katania~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02914413150722961667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J5BO99wKywA/TwI_99Sk6YI/AAAAAAAAAGU/ymSTzhF_gEc/s220/Newme.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wHcKgWFS79U/SLROPtC2InI/AAAAAAAAABA/5Vjsb9HIyIs/s72-c/SNV31332.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-566327729467092620.post-192048059759916638</id><published>2008-08-26T13:23:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T13:26:02.442+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Piccy Pic...I look all freckly &gt;.&lt;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHcKgWFS79U/SLP2MghhU4I/AAAAAAAAAA4/0xEMOO15SHE/s1600-h/DSC00950.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238801486311412610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHcKgWFS79U/SLP2MghhU4I/AAAAAAAAAA4/0xEMOO15SHE/s320/DSC00950.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/566327729467092620-192048059759916638?l=katsramblesthroughlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katsramblesthroughlife.blogspot.com/feeds/192048059759916638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=566327729467092620&amp;postID=192048059759916638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566327729467092620/posts/default/192048059759916638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566327729467092620/posts/default/192048059759916638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katsramblesthroughlife.blogspot.com/2008/08/piccy-pici-look-all-freckly.html' title='Piccy Pic...I look all freckly &gt;.&lt;'/><author><name>*~Katania~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02914413150722961667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J5BO99wKywA/TwI_99Sk6YI/AAAAAAAAAGU/ymSTzhF_gEc/s220/Newme.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHcKgWFS79U/SLP2MghhU4I/AAAAAAAAAA4/0xEMOO15SHE/s72-c/DSC00950.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-566327729467092620.post-4941629564916890622</id><published>2008-08-26T12:51:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T13:12:59.156+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wellies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tuesday'/><title type='text'>WELLIES! Tuesday...back at work...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHcKgWFS79U/SLPvh3Z8q_I/AAAAAAAAAAo/y4XT2IbCZRg/s1600-h/SL370200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238794156649524210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHcKgWFS79U/SLPvh3Z8q_I/AAAAAAAAAAo/y4XT2IbCZRg/s320/SL370200.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;***ACE WELLIES!***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Check the wellies! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I got the 'best dressed camper award!' lol. Given to me by a very drunk man :s god bless!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Well that's one of the best pictures from Farmer Phils, the other I'll pop up after as it has me in it *vain* yep :) I look like a 'Scottish Widow' in the black one though. This picture was PRE-Kat-falling-in-the-hole-and-nearly-breaking-her-leg-only-to-be-rescued-by-the-ce-cream-man picture *takes a breath*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I don't think I've ever fallen in a hole before when drinking :s I know I go 'walks' and end up somewhere random and scary! I nearly walked home once (as in back to Devon!) and that was MAD! The drink started to wear off after about the 2nd hour going by. But I don't do things like that anymore :D nope...no sirree...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;So what have I been doing this weekend you ask? Well, I shall tell thee:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday-&lt;/strong&gt; I got a bit pissed, NOT at the Swan, but with Matt and Pru! It was great! I won pool baby, it was 2 against 1 aswell-kiss my ass! :P mwahaha. After me and Pru walked back to her car and she informed me of the 'yellow car' game. Which consists of punching someone when you see a yellow car-Odd? Yes.Extremely childish? Yes. My kind of game? Yes. I ended up with a bruised arm as I am shit at the game, so I decided it would be better if we just hit each other if ANYTHING yellow was spotted...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;There was a woman wearing a massive yellow top, I was sweating with the effort of holding back to not go over and punch her *laughs wickedly* I felt so bad, there were rozzers* around the corner aswell and I don't think they'd understand the game too well and may lock me up &gt;.&lt;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday-&lt;/strong&gt; I got a bit pissed, I went out with Colmo in the early afternoon and had a few drinks at the new Montgomery's bar! Which was nice :) he had lego-resisted the urge to rip open the bag and play with it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Posting more later as I am not alone (looks round office) I miss my office to myself &gt;.&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;*rozzers=police&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/566327729467092620-4941629564916890622?l=katsramblesthroughlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katsramblesthroughlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4941629564916890622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=566327729467092620&amp;postID=4941629564916890622' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566327729467092620/posts/default/4941629564916890622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566327729467092620/posts/default/4941629564916890622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katsramblesthroughlife.blogspot.com/2008/08/wellies-tuesdayback-at-work.html' title='WELLIES! Tuesday...back at work...'/><author><name>*~Katania~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02914413150722961667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J5BO99wKywA/TwI_99Sk6YI/AAAAAAAAAGU/ymSTzhF_gEc/s220/Newme.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHcKgWFS79U/SLPvh3Z8q_I/AAAAAAAAAAo/y4XT2IbCZRg/s72-c/SL370200.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-566327729467092620.post-5605688041536460996</id><published>2008-08-24T18:11:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T18:45:47.792+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Alcohol+Kat=</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Well here it is, I have a quiet moment so I can write this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;WHAT ALCOHOL MEANS TO ME:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Here's the break down, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kat+Corona and Lime&lt;/strong&gt;= VERY good mood !No headache or hangover. This is a good drink!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kat+Amaretto and Coke&lt;/strong&gt;=!!WARNING!! Frisk alert! Sex!! You're sweet ass is mine baby :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kat+Koppenberg&lt;/strong&gt;=Lively to begin with, sleepy after. I'll wake p with a headache aswell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kat+Red Wine&lt;/strong&gt;=Moody fucker! Headache in morning aswell as feelings of sickness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kat+White Wine&lt;/strong&gt;=Drunk as a skunk in 3 glasses! Lewd behaviour, loudness.No headache.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kat+Carling&lt;/strong&gt;=Heavy on the tummy, sluggish and sleepy after a few. Naggy-ness. No headache&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kat+San Miguel&lt;/strong&gt;=Happy, Happy! This drink acts as energy! Passive-aggressive. No headache.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kat+Stella&lt;/strong&gt;=Too many and it's VIOLENCE! But only if provoked. Bad headache&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kat+Jack D's and Coke&lt;/strong&gt;=Very good mood to begin-destructive! BIG HEADACHE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;And there you have it! So now you know when to avoid me, and when to make a move on me!lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;ALSO:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;KWOTW for next week is: Sporadic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Tune in next time...may be another post later as I really do need to catch up on shit!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/566327729467092620-5605688041536460996?l=katsramblesthroughlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katsramblesthroughlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5605688041536460996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=566327729467092620&amp;postID=5605688041536460996' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566327729467092620/posts/default/5605688041536460996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566327729467092620/posts/default/5605688041536460996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katsramblesthroughlife.blogspot.com/2008/08/alcoholkat.html' title='Alcohol+Kat='/><author><name>*~Katania~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02914413150722961667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J5BO99wKywA/TwI_99Sk6YI/AAAAAAAAAGU/ymSTzhF_gEc/s220/Newme.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-566327729467092620.post-9197178226198683127</id><published>2008-08-22T12:48:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T13:09:10.738+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Farmer Phil'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lion and Tap'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drinks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pool'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shaun'/><title type='text'>IT'S FREAKING FRIDAY and also A FREAKING POST! Farmer Phil, Alcohol, Forums and Fun!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh yeah I got that Friday feeling:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Hazza ^.^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Ooooh god I love purple *secret grin*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Also yesterday I was feeling excessively happy...this is summed up below:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;1, I got to work late&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;2, Had 3 quotes to do, was tired...had a Relentless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;3, Finished quotes in 5 seconds after downing half of can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;4, Dealt with an arsehole of a customer that was...well...being an arsehole really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;5, Downed rest of can and had a pro plus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;6, Had Neil pecking my head on a voice mail (actually as I write this he's leaving another)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;7, Downed half on new relentless can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;8, Decided to start calling wankers that haven't paid us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;9, Finished 2nd can. Rang 'bob' (we'll say this as it's a big company) and bollocked them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;10, 2 more pro pluses, decided to go on a forum I've joined and...well...be me but x 10!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;11, Another can of relentless gone down...I have skipped to the kitchen...no more now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;12, Rod makes me coffee x 2...I am nearly dead x_x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;13, I decide it'll be fun to clean the office&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;14, Bored because office took 10 mins to clean...normally an hour &gt;.&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;15, I go home...then go see Gaz...then doze on sofa! I'm tired by then&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;I am surprised my heart hasn't given out just yet...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Okay so what's happening tonight then...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;I am going out playing pool at the lion and Tap! YOWZA! I so rule at pool (yes Shaun, modest again I know! :p) and I can whack all my fave music on the box and go MAD on corona and lime. Isn't it weird that alcohol makes you feel different things? Depending on what it is. I think I'll make a 'Alcohol+Kat' post in a bit and then people will know what to expect when they see a certain drink clutched in my hand :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Rod's just brought me some apple slices, NOM NOM! :D he hates them and gets like a fruit combo pot, I love fruit....mmmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Okay so-FARMER PHIL:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;I went there, I got muddy and came away with a mild sprain as I was a tit and raced the children (NOT MINE!!!) and a couple of security guards (they weren't after me, before you say it!) and I fell in a hole...yep...10 stella's will do that to you. I also have pics now! WOWWY! So uploading shall take place, YOWZA!! haha. I'll fill this in a little more later as I'm going to upload now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/566327729467092620-9197178226198683127?l=katsramblesthroughlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katsramblesthroughlife.blogspot.com/feeds/9197178226198683127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=566327729467092620&amp;postID=9197178226198683127' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566327729467092620/posts/default/9197178226198683127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566327729467092620/posts/default/9197178226198683127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katsramblesthroughlife.blogspot.com/2008/08/its-freaking-friday-and-also-freaking.html' title='IT&apos;S FREAKING FRIDAY and also A FREAKING POST! Farmer Phil, Alcohol, Forums and Fun!'/><author><name>*~Katania~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02914413150722961667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J5BO99wKywA/TwI_99Sk6YI/AAAAAAAAAGU/ymSTzhF_gEc/s220/Newme.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-566327729467092620.post-3441206306340265153</id><published>2008-08-08T13:07:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T13:53:00.726+01:00</updated><title type='text'>'All that I've got!' Singing my little heart out</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Friday-Glad I can chill!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I love 'All that I've got' by 'The Used,' it's a fantastic song!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;'I'll be just fine' - that's my saying!hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I have bee singing SO much recently, pleased to say I am actually 'rather' good! I'd love to do a cover of the above-mentioned song *sigh* also I love 'Rise Against' as they make me feel all tingly inside!hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;What's new in the world of Kat you ask? Well, since you asked so nicely-I shall tell you. No longer single, decided to 'give it a go' with Gaz, not sure how it will pan out to be honest, but if you don't give things a go you'll never know! (Ooooh, I am poetic today) I went to the 'Travellers Rest' near Church Stretton, we went past it first &lt;em&gt;(suuuure, you were taking the scenic route my love...not the fact you went too far, no?lol) &lt;/em&gt;had lunch there (or dinner, for some reason I always get the two mixed up!!) and went 'Dutch' -but not Dutch because I can't remember what 'half and half' is? What is it? Does anyone know? Or IS it Dutch? Anyway...it was really nice, except he called me 'young woman,' I think he needs to be reminded he is 24, not 42! :p And I am 22, so I can be 22 both ways :D heheheeee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I've been feeling in a very thoughtful and analytical mood recently, not too sure why. I think it's because maybe I sat down the other day and thought, 'where are you going Kat? What are you doing with yourself? What have you got to show for your life so far?' and I was like....um....I have 3 cats? I was thinking about it after taking Grandad out on Wednesday (which I actually quite enjoyed) and he was saying about the things he hadn't done so it got me thinking...but I am only 22 so there is still time. I think Grandad was so good because I kept plying him with 'HPA' (Herefordshire Pale Ale) and I was there sinking back my Corona and limes...mmm....his friend came over and we had a thorough chat about everything under the sun-I love debating!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I am writing fiction again, this makes me happy :) but unfortunately because I delve into it so completely and try and get 'into' the characters and their emotions I am a little fragile on the emotions side...sounds silly and probably no-one will understand...but fuck 'em all :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I'm also a little annoyed aswell, whenever anyone has problems they always come to me, who have I got? The pillow and the cats that's who! haha. Yesterday I cleaned like a mad thing, I find this helps if I'm in a semi-down mood, I'm not sure what's been the matter with me recently I suppose it could be PMS, but I'm not sure...I haven't really ever had that. Anyway-I'm sure I'll feel much better next week :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;My fave saying of mine today is, 'Because she's an old scrubber that's why. Her belly hangs like a used kangaroo-pouch because she's had that make kids, they are fucking *walking* out!' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;God bless!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Also favourite Simon quote, 'Winter ist coming!' his impression of a German psychopath!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/566327729467092620-3441206306340265153?l=katsramblesthroughlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katsramblesthroughlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3441206306340265153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=566327729467092620&amp;postID=3441206306340265153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566327729467092620/posts/default/3441206306340265153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566327729467092620/posts/default/3441206306340265153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katsramblesthroughlife.blogspot.com/2008/08/all-that-ive-got-singing-my-little.html' title='&apos;All that I&apos;ve got!&apos; Singing my little heart out'/><author><name>*~Katania~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02914413150722961667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J5BO99wKywA/TwI_99Sk6YI/AAAAAAAAAGU/ymSTzhF_gEc/s220/Newme.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-566327729467092620.post-4172593481991546784</id><published>2008-08-06T00:53:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T00:55:17.358+01:00</updated><title type='text'>My year - chinese astrology</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My year overview&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;OX Ratings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;52% (6 favorable and 6 unfavorable months) 52% favorable may not look that great, but it does represent an improvement over last year. You should have as many opportunities as disappointments. Take care to exercise good judgment, and you will do fine. Unfortunately, it is an Earth year and the Earth drains Ox luck. This is not the time to take risks, especially those that are unnecessary or can be avoided. Hard work is more your style any way. The first six months are likely to be the most challenging, so be patient.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;OX Career&lt;br /&gt;In the year of the Earth Rat, there could be opportunities for you to advance your career. However, advancement will likely come with a catch. It seems that you might have to change your tactics because your rock steady and workman-like effort on the job will most probably go unnoticed. If you wish to be promoted, especially to a position of authority, you may have to make a bold move, advocate your ideas and augment your skills so that higher-ups will notice the kind of quality work that you have been putting in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;OX Relationships&lt;br /&gt;Transitioning from career to your relationships, this year's Earth element is in agreement with your Oxen personality of steadiness and conservatism. Your strength as a shoulder to cry on and moral support could win you new friends this year. However, that same characteristic could see you used or even worse betrayed in your relationships under the influence of the cunning Rat year. One bright spot may lay in your family relationships, as they might offer you a measure of unconditional love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;OX Health&lt;br /&gt;Your relationships could have a direct bearing on your health this year. As with your relationships, your health could be on a roller-coaster ride. If you become stressed-out from work or your personal life, your mind and body could be weakened. In addition, if you are not open to change, your stubbornness could deplete your immune system, allowing a minor sniffle to turn into a full blown cold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;OX Wealth&lt;br /&gt;Although your health could be rather unstable, your money matters should be more solid and promising. If you own your own business, chances are high that you could see an increase in sales or a decrease in debt. If you have stuck to a conservative budget or investment strategy, you might see your disciplined efforts bring forth financial fruit. In addition, you might encounter good fortune with found money, as an unexpected bonus, court award or monetary winnings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/566327729467092620-4172593481991546784?l=katsramblesthroughlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katsramblesthroughlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4172593481991546784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=566327729467092620&amp;postID=4172593481991546784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566327729467092620/posts/default/4172593481991546784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566327729467092620/posts/default/4172593481991546784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katsramblesthroughlife.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-year-chinese-astrology.html' title='My year - chinese astrology'/><author><name>*~Katania~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02914413150722961667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J5BO99wKywA/TwI_99Sk6YI/AAAAAAAAAGU/ymSTzhF_gEc/s220/Newme.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-566327729467092620.post-7566589273710970496</id><published>2008-08-05T23:58:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T00:00:54.021+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinese Sign the 'Ox' and what it says about me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Ox-too stubborn for my own good?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;The Ox of Chinese Astrology is no bull in a china shop. Steadfast and solid, this powerful Sign is a born leader, being quite dependable and possessing an innate ability to achieve great things. Oxen tend to be plodding and methodical; they approach projects in the step-by-step manner that serves them best, and they never lose sight of their goal. They are tireless workers who are detail-oriented and believe in doing things right the first time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;The world may perceive Oxen as being far too serious or incapable of loosening up. This sturdy sort is less than social by nature and tends to become introverted in a crowd. To make things worse, they can't be bothered with what other people think and prefer to do what makes them feel best. Behind that calm facade, though, lives an Ox who can feel hurt, lonely and unable to connect with others. Friends and family are a great source of comfort to this beast, even if they don't always understand what makes the Ox tick. As a lover, friend, family member or housemate, the Ox makes a wonderfully strong, tender and affectionate companion who is protective and always reliable. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Out in the world, though, Oxen tend to be stubborn, dogmatic, my-way-or-the-highway kind of people who have no concept of when to back down. Oxen don't care to be pushed, especially since they think they're the good guys of the Chinese Zodiac. There is some truth to that theory, since the Ox is smart, trustworthy, caring and honorable. If you need honest, steady and unbiased advice, call on the Ox. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;A good lesson for mighty Oxen is to strive to overcome a judgmental nature that keeps them from getting close to others. If they can learn to value their own good qualities, they'll have more room in their hearts to invite others in. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I got this from some random site. In other places it says I am a Tiger...this confuses me :S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/566327729467092620-7566589273710970496?l=katsramblesthroughlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katsramblesthroughlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7566589273710970496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=566327729467092620&amp;postID=7566589273710970496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566327729467092620/posts/default/7566589273710970496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566327729467092620/posts/default/7566589273710970496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katsramblesthroughlife.blogspot.com/2008/08/chinese-sign-ox-and-what-it-says-about.html' title='Chinese Sign the &apos;Ox&apos; and what it says about me.'/><author><name>*~Katania~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02914413150722961667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J5BO99wKywA/TwI_99Sk6YI/AAAAAAAAAGU/ymSTzhF_gEc/s220/Newme.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-566327729467092620.post-4873687286334278930</id><published>2008-08-05T16:12:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T16:48:57.924+01:00</updated><title type='text'>First Piccy uploaded on here</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wHcKgWFS79U/SJhvS9icYHI/AAAAAAAAAAg/ogIDzaIU5G8/s1600-h/DSC01587.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231053338738188402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wHcKgWFS79U/SJhvS9icYHI/AAAAAAAAAAg/ogIDzaIU5G8/s320/DSC01587.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/566327729467092620-4873687286334278930?l=katsramblesthroughlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katsramblesthroughlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4873687286334278930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=566327729467092620&amp;postID=4873687286334278930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566327729467092620/posts/default/4873687286334278930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566327729467092620/posts/default/4873687286334278930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katsramblesthroughlife.blogspot.com/2008/08/first-piccy-uploaded-on-here.html' title='First Piccy uploaded on here'/><author><name>*~Katania~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02914413150722961667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J5BO99wKywA/TwI_99Sk6YI/AAAAAAAAAGU/ymSTzhF_gEc/s220/Newme.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wHcKgWFS79U/SJhvS9icYHI/AAAAAAAAAAg/ogIDzaIU5G8/s72-c/DSC01587.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-566327729467092620.post-9217385875895619125</id><published>2008-08-05T12:40:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T15:14:39.433+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Recap of the amusing night last night!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RECAPTURING TUESDAY.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;BONDAGE, EMBARESSMENT AND OTHER NAUGHTY THINGS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;FIRST things first-K.W.O.T.W is 'Implode' or 'Implosion,' because it feels like my brain atm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Implosion is a process in which objects are destroyed by collapsing in on themselves. The opposite of &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Explosion" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Explosion"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;explosion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;, implosion concentrates &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a title="Matter" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Matter"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;matter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a title="Energy" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Energy"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;energy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;. An example of implosion is a submarine being crushed from the outside by the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a title="Fluid pressure" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fluid_pressure#Hydrostatic_pressure"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;hydrostatic pressure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; of the surrounding water.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right-on to yesterday!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I spent the whole DAY with Marie, it was nice catching up and going for lunch and talking about the good ol' days. She's off to London so I gave her strict instructions to get Alan Rickman for me! I shall be obeyed!!lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on she went home and said she'd meet up with me again. We went to go to The Hole in the wall and Tracy rang her asking could she come out aswell. On my way to get credit as Marie yapped on the phone there were two guys in the alley next to the 'Hole' and one shouted, 'Hello!' now...I can't see can I? So I shouted, 'Heya!' back as it sounded like a mate of mine. He said 'How are yah?' I was like...this isn't my friend...fuck... 'Oh...I'm okay thanks, sorry I can't see you that well, shoulda gone to specsavers-hehe...he' then he said, 'Come over here and get a better look then love.' YIKES!!! So I squeaked out, 'I gotta...gotta get credit! Sorry!!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I get credit, Marie's been to the bank and we meet outside the Hole...they had gone in there...fuckery-doo. I told Ree about it and she said that she'd seen them. We went into the 'Hole' anyway and had a shifty-quick Apple Sourz (I was doing my best to ignore the guy as I could see him looking!) then they left before us, thank god! So we down the Sourz (Love in a shot glass) and then we go outside to find Tracy who is parked outside the Swan in Frankwell. As we walk down Mardol Dumb and Dumber are behind us! Yeah, the guy from before with his mate :/ Why me....so here it is...the classic and smooth example of my lovely one-liner...ness:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Hey, where are you going then?&lt;br /&gt;'Not with you'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just so simple and yet so informative...Ree chuckled at this and we could hear them chatting behind us, we sped up a little bit as we didn't want them following us all the way to Frankwell....luckily they went into the 'Shrewsbury Hotel' instead so we were spared. We got up the road and who do we see santering down with his pasty little legs but...Paul Ryder! It's 'lads night out' as it's a Monday so usually we wouldn't see a man prowling round, he said he didn't want to go out on Lad's night as it buggers him up, awww....that's cos your old Paul!! mwahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now we have Me, Ree, Paul and Tracy (who showed up seconds after Paul came pasty-legginging it down the road) so we all go into the Wheat Sheaf in Frankwell. The pissing pool tables out of order though!! So I'm annoyed, I console myself with a corona and lime though, thinks makes me happy inside. We have a serious chat with Tracy about a few things she's worried about and I am yet again impressed with how smart I actually am (polishes knuckle on top)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling extremely wicked today and would like to find an nwilling person to pray upon. This comes in the form of a man that's jst come into the pub, Ree and Tracy notice my attention is elsewhere and wait with baited breath at what I am about to do,lol!! Gods I'm awful, hehe. I make my best 'sex eyes' and my award-winning smile at him and he walks into the pillar in the pub! Oh my fucking god! That could not have gone ANY better!!lol. Tracy goes off to the loo, sure she's only doing that so she doesn't laugh!! I am quietly snickering away and so is Ree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tracy comes back and is sat for a few mins before the man comes to sit on the table by us (behind Tracy, who is facing me) and I smile again at him. He says 'Afternoon' I think or something, we say 'Hiya' back. He's actually quite attractive, about 35 I think? Then he looks brave and says, 'So where are all your fella's then?' and I speak for everyone (My brain works on auto-pilot with this type of thing) 'Those two's are at home and mine is non-existant,' his interest is piqued! 'I don't believe that for a minute!' he says and I smile coyly and ask, 'Why?' he says, 'An attractive thing like you, no boyfriend-can't believe it' I gush! (NOT in my pants! You awful people!lol) he adds, 'But I bet you get that all the time anyway...' not wanting to stop the oncoming compliments I say, 'Yes, but hearing it again doesn't make it any less sweet, darling' I growl out the darling part and he is flushed!hehe!! I am fucking evil &gt;:D (that's my face!)#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marie and Tracy both go 'wooo' or something like that, I am so smooth!lol. I look down by him and see that he has a few bottles and cokes in a clear bag, I raise an eyebrow and ask, 'What you got there?' he comes out of his fawning look at me to say, 'Oh...just some beers and cans for the kids,' at my sudden cold look he adds, 'Oh! Not *my* kids!!' I smile in a slightly predatorial way and say, 'Goood...I like you better now.' His face is a mixture of fear, lust and worry-just how I like 'em! He says that he's got to be off and I mock-pout, he says 'Bye' and leaves. He has a bike and starts off on that and I shout, 'I LOVE YOU' out the window and he fucking falls off it!! Oh my GOD! I love this man! He doesn't fall off completely, just jars a bit and then WALKS the bike instead! Hmmm, something making you nable to ride it? Is that a bottle of Beck's in your pocket or are you just pleased to see me? Mwahahahahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tracy flames my ego as she says, 'Oh my god Kat! That was amazing!' or something like that, I am inwardly grooming myself like a cat does and am smiling. Marie agrees that that was the smoothest thing she's seen, god love them. They know what I want to hear, LMAO! Marie is also deciding what nights I should have (randomly long convo) and we decide Monday is my Bondage night, Tuesday is S&amp;amp;M, Wednesday is Detention Night, Thursday is Teacher and Pupil roles apparently and Friday is my day off! I was speaking to her about Gaz before-hand and she said have I been 'evil' with him yet or something, I don't think he'd take kindly to me handcuffing him, it is slightly overrated....a paddle to the arse though...hmmmm....anyway that's what happened Monday night! I also went back to Ree's after we left the pub, had some munchies and then toddled home across the bridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Names I use for Marie because some people will be confused:&lt;br /&gt;Ree, Marie, Maz and Moto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, listen to Rise Against-'Give it all' and 'Ready to Fall' I can't watch the vid though, makes me sad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/566327729467092620-9217385875895619125?l=katsramblesthroughlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katsramblesthroughlife.blogspot.com/feeds/9217385875895619125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=566327729467092620&amp;postID=9217385875895619125' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566327729467092620/posts/default/9217385875895619125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566327729467092620/posts/default/9217385875895619125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katsramblesthroughlife.blogspot.com/2008/08/recap-of-amusing-night-last-night.html' title='Recap of the amusing night last night!'/><author><name>*~Katania~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02914413150722961667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J5BO99wKywA/TwI_99Sk6YI/AAAAAAAAAGU/ymSTzhF_gEc/s220/Newme.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-566327729467092620.post-452361551629107162</id><published>2008-08-05T00:52:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T01:20:46.593+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Points (of authority) for this week</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Points to remember this week:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;1, You are off work, so start to sort the attic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;2, Paint the window sills&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;3, Try and figure out where to put your painting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;4, Remember to confirm the time of your tattoo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;5, Start to work out incomings and outgoings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;6, Try and stay away from your booze cabinet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;7, When 6 doesn't work because 5 has depressed you don't forget to-Buy new bottle of Jack D's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;8, When 7 needs to be repeated more than 3 times start arranging AA meetings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;9, Fix sink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;10, Get someone else to fix the mess you made of fixing the sink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/566327729467092620-452361551629107162?l=katsramblesthroughlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katsramblesthroughlife.blogspot.com/feeds/452361551629107162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=566327729467092620&amp;postID=452361551629107162' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566327729467092620/posts/default/452361551629107162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566327729467092620/posts/default/452361551629107162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katsramblesthroughlife.blogspot.com/2008/08/points-of-authority-for-this-week.html' title='Points (of authority) for this week'/><author><name>*~Katania~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02914413150722961667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J5BO99wKywA/TwI_99Sk6YI/AAAAAAAAAGU/ymSTzhF_gEc/s220/Newme.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-566327729467092620.post-5012146772562624026</id><published>2008-08-05T00:33:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T00:52:32.608+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday,Monday-first day off!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;MONDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;For the first time I felt lonely. I never normally feel like this as I delude myself into thinking I'm fine on my own, I can function without a man, my purpose in life does not revolve around me having a man.....*sigh* why do I have to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;It'd just be nice once in a while to be greeted by a, 'How was your day?' instead of a 'Meow.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Because I am actually very lonely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I have that pain in my chest and my back when I sigh and it's like there's a lead weight in me. It's a 'pang' I think is the best word for it, yeah, I have a 'pang' in my chest, like a thorn pricking your skin...gods...what the heck is wrong with me!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I'll be fine tomorrow, I'll just go back to being me...the 'other' me, the non-sad one, lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;A momentary slip in my carefully erected mask&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I'm going to sleep now, when I sleep I forget about things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/566327729467092620-5012146772562624026?l=katsramblesthroughlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katsramblesthroughlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5012146772562624026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=566327729467092620&amp;postID=5012146772562624026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566327729467092620/posts/default/5012146772562624026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566327729467092620/posts/default/5012146772562624026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katsramblesthroughlife.blogspot.com/2008/08/mondaymonday-first-day-off.html' title='Monday,Monday-first day off!'/><author><name>*~Katania~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02914413150722961667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J5BO99wKywA/TwI_99Sk6YI/AAAAAAAAAGU/ymSTzhF_gEc/s220/Newme.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-566327729467092620.post-979431468134168160</id><published>2008-08-03T11:36:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T12:55:40.577+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Wed-Sun, 'U' ,Calvin Harris and Quizzage</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;WOOHOOOOO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Last blog update was TUESDAY!? Fuck-a-me! Oh and if there are any 'u's' missing then I apologise, it seems as if that button is kinda fuckered!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Okay so today is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;SUNDAY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I am pumped today!! Full of sugary goodness as I have had 2 cans of relentless and a nice breakfast, mmm mmm mmm! And some good ol' fashioned sex last night, so I am in a very good mood, hehehehe!! ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Just trying to think if I have anything exciting to put in here? Oh! Pru is now dating 'Rye-Pie' (hehe) and she's all gooey and ucky (lol!) so it's up to me to keep the non mushy side going!! (Strikes a heroic pose with an Anit-Affection sign on her hero costume) I can do it! Even though I am a little mushy recently hugs and such :S I can feel my tenuos grip on reality slipping...noooooooo!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I am off work until Thursday!! Woop woop!! So I am trying to find things to do. I was meant to be in York with Pru, but things happened and she's in Manc (?) with 'Rye-Pie' (teehee) so I have to fill in my time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wednesday&lt;/strong&gt; happened without incident, I didn't do anything really...did I go play snooker with Pru? I can't remember which day it was, may have been &lt;strong&gt;Thursday&lt;/strong&gt;...I went though! Some guys were near the door and I was self-conscious as the one said, 'Do you mind taking your shots facing the other way, I can't concentrate on my shots when your bending down like that...' I didn't go red, like I thought I would, 'Well deal with it, I can't exactly lop them off can I?! And this is a MODEST top!' His eyes nearly came out!I'm going in a bikini next time, that'll fuck him up. But he really annoyed me as every time I took a shot he'd moan or something weird and I could hear his mates saying, 'Go on! Go ask her for her number,' uh...no...I don't want to have to have to put you in a headlock love, I'm being nice and relaxed today, I don't want to go all 'Rambo Kat' today please. Fortunately he must have got the inner bluetoothed message as he didn't bother. They went and I could finish my game in peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;So that covers &lt;strong&gt;Wednesday&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Thursday&lt;/strong&gt; really...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday&lt;/strong&gt; I was meant to be going out, got home, went to sleep!! Bloody hell! I am getting old I think :s so that was pretty frigging quiet-saved money though :) need to for my tattoo's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Yesterda/&lt;strong&gt;Saturday&lt;/strong&gt; was a nice chilled day, I went to the Vaults with Colmo and had a few Corona's and Lime! Mmm mmm mmmm!! Toddled home later on and then fell asleep, Gaz came round and we made kissy-face :p hehe. It was nice, me likey ;p &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;He left earlier this morning, after moaning that the cat had shed in his coffee (laughs) that man can moan for England ;) so I am sat here writing all this before I go for a nice bath and get ready to mooch up town for a little bit before coming back and doing...well...fuck all basically! I may do some more drawing I think...or song writing, depends which takes my fancy :) I am going to the quiz tonight after coaxing Gaz to reply 'Yes,' to my 'Do you want me at the quiz tonight?' the man's hard going. He said 'I'm not fussed,' when I asked him a few times last night-not what I want to hear, I prefer to be wanted than just 'show up,' so I am slowly getting him to respond in a 'Kat friendly' way. I like things in black and white...speaking of which...I'd better sort out that pissing tie for him! The things I do for people, I tell yah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I AM IN LOVE WITH CALVIN HARRIS! He is suuuuuper hot *sighs* Mmmm, he's got love for me 'cos I was born in the 80's!!hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;For some reason I am getting excited about my birthday!? It's in January...I think this is the Relentless's doing! I can't wait though, I hate Christmas but I love my birthday :D I'll be 23 next year, whew! Things are going so fast!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Right, better get washed and dressed then-catcha later! Will write and tell all how the quiz went, I'm trying to cram stuff into my head I may need...not sure if I can remember it all though :s my poor poor brain x_x;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/566327729467092620-979431468134168160?l=katsramblesthroughlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katsramblesthroughlife.blogspot.com/feeds/979431468134168160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=566327729467092620&amp;postID=979431468134168160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566327729467092620/posts/default/979431468134168160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566327729467092620/posts/default/979431468134168160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katsramblesthroughlife.blogspot.com/2008/08/wed-sun-u-calvin-harris-and-quizzage.html' title='Wed-Sun, &apos;U&apos; ,Calvin Harris and Quizzage'/><author><name>*~Katania~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02914413150722961667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J5BO99wKywA/TwI_99Sk6YI/AAAAAAAAAGU/ymSTzhF_gEc/s220/Newme.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-566327729467092620.post-3494611632197370036</id><published>2008-07-30T13:02:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T13:19:56.885+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday, RECAP!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TUESDAY:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is NOT a good day…&lt;br /&gt;It's really stressed at work and Simon's getting on my nerves badly. I have done everything he asked and he's STILL moaning-god sake man, shut UP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have Jo moaning about 'Excel,' it's quite funny really. She says, 'I have more experience than you in being a secretary, blah blah blah blah blah big-myself up more blah, blah, blah, blah, eat cake, blah, blah, blah'&lt;br /&gt;So, she asks me if she can use the computer, I let her. She starts typing out her stuff on there and then low and behold she's stuck! Oh, how the mighty have fallen. So I show her how to auto-add up on the stupid thing and carry on with my work. Then she says that it hasn't added it up correctly because she's already worked it out herself. I point out that it is Excel's JOB to add up, she points out that it is hers aswell..so I take a look, nope, Excel's right. So then I get the *look* because she knows what my grades were like for maths :s yeah okay, not good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's adamant that she is right though, I cannot seem to find fault with Excel though, so she moans that I've done it wrong *sigh* so I leave her to trying to figure it out herself as I have people to call….later on…she comes to me looking slightly sheepish and says that it WAS her that got it wrong-&lt;em&gt;duh! That's 'cos you fucking stoopid&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I am happy now :D Well…I am semi-happy as my brain is being frazzled today. I'm about to go into meltdown mode as Simon KEEPS asking me the SAME thing (I swear no-one listens to me, it drives me crazy!!) and if he keeps interrupting my conversations I shall hit him with the pantone booklet thing out the back!&lt;br /&gt;He keeps saying, 'So what's happening with the Shrewsbury School job?'&lt;br /&gt;I have told him 18 times now that it is to be printed on the back in CREAM. It says it on the SHEET that I MADE. I rant at him, he ignores me, this annoys me. I rant at Rod then, he ignores me, this annoys me. I rant at Jo, she ignores me, this annoys me. I rant at myself, I ignore me, this annoys me. I annoy Gaz, he seems unaffected, this annoys me…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get over my annoyance by writing this, it's like a 'calm down Kat' mechanism!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bigo apologiso if he's reading this ^.^*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Nom Nom!' ;D *licks face!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sort out an order for some 'creature' that's come in. She's very thin, as the fashion is nowadays I understand, has awful teeth (Bulimia I assume-have seen this enough) and looks marginally like Mr.Ed…yep…the girl could eat an apple through a letterbox. Did I mention I am also brooding today and am in an evil mood?&lt;br /&gt;She says that I apparently gave her boyfriend &lt;em&gt;(my god! Please don't tell me she give's the poor&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;bastard head!)&lt;/em&gt; a quote a while ago (3 months to be precise) and she wants to make good on it. I look over the quote; we only do quotes to last 30 days as prices may fluctuate depending on ink cost e.t.c she says I am being 'awkward' with her and that the quote should still be valid! IT SAYS 30 DAYS ON THE BOTTOM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am tempted to vent my anger out…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Now listen here yah little pigeon-chested freak…'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead I manage to rein it in and say, 'If you have any problems with me, or the way I have dealt with your order, then please…by all means, speak with the manager'&lt;br /&gt;I resist the urge to say, &lt;em&gt;'daddy'&lt;/em&gt; in the 'spoilt brat' tone I can do.&lt;br /&gt;She notices my 'death to all whom may oppose me' look and says it's fine and is probably her fault, of course it's your fault you stupid bimbo! I can see her roots and I am feeling slightly 'catty' and am dying to give out one of my hairdressers cards to her and pointedly look at her scabby brown roots coming through, ugh!&lt;br /&gt;I love the smell of defeat in the afternoon ^_^* oooh, I'm so evil today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'So what's happening with the Shrewsbury School job'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;…..I'm going to kill him…..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me and Si have an absolute rage at each other, he won't back down and nor will I. Problem is I *know* I am right (seriously, not joking) and it annoys the hell outta me...everyone stays out of my way for the rest of the day &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I go home, have a bit of a cry and feel better. I start to sort out what I need to pay out e.t.c at home and this drives me mad as there is a LOT to go out-and not that much coming in -_- *sigh* things are gonna be rough for a little bit. No going out for me :'(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Later on my mood improves. Gaz comes round and stops&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/566327729467092620-3494611632197370036?l=katsramblesthroughlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katsramblesthroughlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3494611632197370036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=566327729467092620&amp;postID=3494611632197370036' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566327729467092620/posts/default/3494611632197370036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566327729467092620/posts/default/3494611632197370036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katsramblesthroughlife.blogspot.com/2008/07/tuesday-recap.html' title='Tuesday, RECAP!'/><author><name>*~Katania~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02914413150722961667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J5BO99wKywA/TwI_99Sk6YI/AAAAAAAAAGU/ymSTzhF_gEc/s220/Newme.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-566327729467092620.post-518996996687297073</id><published>2008-07-28T13:16:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T13:30:02.174+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Kat the lone...embroiderist Part 1/?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;MONDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Madonna, 'Die Another Day'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;This pretty much sums up today for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I am left on my lonesome as Si and Jo are busy moving round the stuff from the shop in town and Rod's off ill or something (no idea)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;So I get into work, am just told to 'look through stuff to do,' so those two swan off and I'm left in charge...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Now, I actually excel when I am left alone as I work under my own steam, rather than obeying anyone else. So 'efficient Kat' comes along! I get all my bits in the office sorted, take 3 orders and arrange 4 quotes. It's now 10:00am. I decide to have a look at what embroidery is left for me to do today since Rod's away...I am extremely cross to find that the one job that was promised for FRIDAY has not been completed! So this means I will have to rush to finish it. Ron (who the order is for) turns up, I have to explain that it will be done by 4pm (4 fleeces take half an hour as the logo has LOTS of stitches, and that's if the machine behaves and there is no 'breaks' at all...so I'm gonna be pretty much flooring it!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I decide I will be okay to get the 'Waste...' job done aswell for roughly the same time, so I set it up on the other side and get ready to do a quick run to see if the logo's okay and the machine isn't playing up...it is! I am SOOO cross!! The machine decides to go and kill itself, so I am covered in grease from trying to oil it, have baby wipes everywhere and my hair looks like Macy Gray! I am panicking and there are people still calling the phone, coming in for quotes, requesting orders so I am feeling the strain!! All before lunch aswell...ugh....not good!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I do a sample on the other side for 'Waste...' and it's fine, definately only the one-side of the machine playing up, so I'm semi-happy. I get one polo done and Simon comes back, asking me what's up e.t.c, I have an awful 'superior' feeling again and I inform him that everything's under control and to stop pestering. I then re-arrange the embroidery bay (which Rod will probably moan about) because it was so un-organised!!  So I feel as if I've made the work-place better for everyone. I manage to fix the machine, don't ask me how (it involved unpracticed methosd..namely beating the shit out of it and screaming, 'work you fucking fuck!')&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I get on with Ron's RAF job and leave it to run two samples (both sides to make sure machine's okay now) these will take half an hour, I will go on my break whilst waiting for them to finish. I don't need to watch them as I know it's all okay on the csrappy sample pieces, I will have to watch when the real fleeces are on though...just in case. Si and Jo hve already had their break and are now pestering the life outta me for stuff, so I turn my nose up and sit resolutely in front of the PC (current destination) with my lunch clutched in one hand and looking murderous...they know better than to annoy me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;It's 13:20pm now and I'm just finishing my lunch...Sugar Puffs!! YUMMY! I haven't had them for AGES! (Feels like a kid again) So I'm pumped full of energy and puffy-ness! So off I go to start the next 4 fleeces, the samples have come out A-Okay, yayeth!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Tune in later for more mayhem!lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/566327729467092620-518996996687297073?l=katsramblesthroughlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katsramblesthroughlife.blogspot.com/feeds/518996996687297073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=566327729467092620&amp;postID=518996996687297073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566327729467092620/posts/default/518996996687297073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566327729467092620/posts/default/518996996687297073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katsramblesthroughlife.blogspot.com/2008/07/kat-loneembroiderist-part-1.html' title='Kat the lone...embroiderist Part 1/?'/><author><name>*~Katania~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02914413150722961667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J5BO99wKywA/TwI_99Sk6YI/AAAAAAAAAGU/ymSTzhF_gEc/s220/Newme.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-566327729467092620.post-2397308476780703487</id><published>2008-07-28T00:33:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T00:35:02.620+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday 28th, a slow day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left Gaz's, was tired...got in and went shopping Somerfields. Had a 'benny' as bags broke on the way back home, mini-cry as I was hot and annoyed. Man said, 'Why doesn't she get her boyfriend to help her out' I got annoyed and replied, 'Just because you can piss standing up does NOT make you superior in any way! Now kindly fuck off!!' Left him rather stunned, got home, unpacked shopping, cleaned, made dinner, read some raunchy fiction, got hot, got annoyed...&lt;br /&gt;Went and had a cold bath, looked at self in mirror in an analytical fashion as I need to lose weight still...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, sat here eating Haagen Daas is not going to help.&lt;br /&gt;It's too hot, it makes me feel sick, sticky and grumpy. If I was thinner I'd walk down the damned street butt-naked, but that's something I'm working on, decided not to have another spoonful of ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;I've lost some things and can't remember what they are...will wander around aimlessly for a while and see if I can remember/find them...&lt;br /&gt;STILL too hot! Have removed all clothes in hope to cool down, not working. Cat keeps lying on me, going to have to wax him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drank so much water I'm going to pee like a camel all night.&lt;br /&gt;Have found phone.&lt;br /&gt;Have found MP3 player.&lt;br /&gt;Can't remember what else I was looking for...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Trying to get to sleep on top of covers, will watch porn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/566327729467092620-2397308476780703487?l=katsramblesthroughlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katsramblesthroughlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2397308476780703487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=566327729467092620&amp;postID=2397308476780703487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566327729467092620/posts/default/2397308476780703487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566327729467092620/posts/default/2397308476780703487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katsramblesthroughlife.blogspot.com/2008/07/sunday-28th-slow-day.html' title='Sunday 28th, a slow day'/><author><name>*~Katania~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02914413150722961667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J5BO99wKywA/TwI_99Sk6YI/AAAAAAAAAGU/ymSTzhF_gEc/s220/Newme.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-566327729467092620.post-4771530945440725618</id><published>2008-07-28T00:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T00:20:53.652+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Recap 2: Saturday Night Fever</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SATURDAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Robyn, 'Handle me' I LOVE THAT SONG!! I've had 2 friends say it's like me (the song, not her-thank god!! Otherwise they'd be EX-friends.)&lt;br /&gt;Have you seen the 'BROWS' on the woman? Fuck me sideways they are like two caterpillars mating when she wiggles 'em!&lt;br /&gt;Got up...late....went out....late. Saw Colin (a.k.a Uber Emo!lol JOKE!!) was up town and so I mooched down to Curios to see Simon and get my wages, yummy money! Then I hear a, 'Hey-Kat!' and it's Uber Emo himself!hehe. We got to the Shrewsbury for a quick beveraaage-I fry his head, poor man.&lt;br /&gt;Realised the 'you're my twin' comment was a tad daft as he is older than me, but I was never one for maths after all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have this weird new drink called Koppenburg(?) Ree's got me drinking it. 'Summer Fruits' version. Me likey! Coling leaves and I go and meander, I can't be seen to be drinking on my own...not that much of an alcoholic juuust yet! I go for a little walk, get credit, listen to MP3 player, chat to a few people I know then call Simon as he's left Curio's. He informs me that it's my Cousin Daniel (Architect..not as in the band!) so Caz (Aunty) Bob (Uncle-everyone's got one!hehe) Charlotte (Dan's sister) and some Business tycoon that they know (sometimes it worries me how well connected my dad's side is...not synapse-wise though!) I'm immediately encouraged by my father to 'Tart myself up,' hopefully attracting Mr.Tycoon's eye! (*Shakes head*) knowing my luck he'd look like a fucking Racoon...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I decide I'm fine as I am and then go meet Si at the Shrewsbury (I've just waked from there!) we have a few there, go to the Hole in the Wall, see Kelv and then have a few more. Get to the 'Wheat Sheaf' in town (not Frankwell) meet a few of dads friends then we went to the Lion and Tap (saw Alan, drunk as purr usual-LOVE Alan!lol) then we go to the Hop and Friar and then finally 'The Crown.' The rest of the family are celebrating Dan's Birthday at the Peach tree (sure it's called 'peach' as the bummers own it or something?) so we wait for them...adn wait...and wait....then I get bored (as I usually do) I also decide I've had enough of weird men trying to 'maul' me and give me their number...so I give them Simons! HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decide I want to go and see Gaz, I've been 'annoying' him for most of the night, as is my nature. No idea why (grin) honest! So I trundle up the road in a straight line and hum to myself the songs on my MP3 Player. I have the Zen 'Stone' one, it's small, shiny and black. It's got anti-shock, anti-shower, anti-scratch...so pretty much 'anti-me,' which is good as I have a weird penchant for taking electrical items into the bathroom with me and they get...uh...'broken'&lt;br /&gt;I'm no Emo though, none of that 'throw the radio in the bath so I can die with my music' lark thank you. I love the way they are 'individual,' when every single sodding one of them is trying to 'off' themselves in some way. The word 'Lemming' springs to mind...&lt;br /&gt;Hey, now that's a fun idea! Why not Re-make 'Lemmings' the game, but make them Emo's instead! They can all just traipse along after each other with their stupid side fringes moaning! I'll do some voice over's, main words will be:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'My family hates me so much they tried to sell me on Ebay'&lt;br /&gt;'No-one understands me'&lt;br /&gt;'I live, therefore am depressed'&lt;br /&gt;'I love Fallout Boy'&lt;br /&gt;'I have no friends, only blogs'&lt;br /&gt;'My mother drank while I was in the womb'&lt;br /&gt;There we go! I'll patent that, thank you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...I've gone off on a random sprawl again! My brain just spits stuff out and I write it! Like Mr.Brand.&lt;br /&gt;So I go to Gaz's, annoy him by being incredibly cute when drunk (dare you to deny it!) then leave Sunday morning (I swear to god all I do is clean up Star Burst!! *see earlier blog*)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/566327729467092620-4771530945440725618?l=katsramblesthroughlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katsramblesthroughlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4771530945440725618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=566327729467092620&amp;postID=4771530945440725618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566327729467092620/posts/default/4771530945440725618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566327729467092620/posts/default/4771530945440725618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katsramblesthroughlife.blogspot.com/2008/07/recap-2-saturday-night-fever.html' title='Recap 2: Saturday Night Fever'/><author><name>*~Katania~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02914413150722961667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J5BO99wKywA/TwI_99Sk6YI/AAAAAAAAAGU/ymSTzhF_gEc/s220/Newme.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-566327729467092620.post-2854818785637261047</id><published>2008-07-27T23:43:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T23:47:20.804+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Re-cap 1: Friday 25th</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;RECAP  NUMBER ONE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;THE WEEKEND KICKS OFF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FRIDAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Worked at Curios and did my part for our super sales! Nan came in to help, pestered the fucking life outta me! Asked me was I seeing anyone and then chuckled when I said, 'you know me...sowing oats and whatever else needs sowing,' she remarked that I can't sew, which is true...no idea why I found that 'sew' amusing at the time...anyway...&lt;br /&gt;I went on a random meander up town at abooout 12:30 to nip and see if I could get my nose pierced (I'd had the 'right' side done, it healed up) I could, I did. It hurts like a mother-fucker! I remember why I put myself off having it done again (now on the left side) I can have LOADS of tattoo's, but a piercing really fucks me up, big style.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I go back to the shop and nan informs me Rod (from work) was sent to retrieve me as there is some artwork that needs doing (why Simon didn't tell me this Thursday we will never know) so I ring Si and ask him what the heck he's doing as Jo was supposed to be swapping with me at 2pm! He says he forgot and needs me, some bull. I say that's fine, gets some chips and a f-f-f-f-fish cake (looong story) and she's happy and doesn't fry my brain for a whole half an hour.&lt;br /&gt;Rod comes to pick me up in his Audi (if I hear him comment about it being great one more time I am taking a huge dump on the bonnet to show my contempt for it. Very ladylike) I don't care if the fucking car is made of bastard gold! It's a C A R, it is not a human, animal or anything you can properly interact with-GET OVER IT! It's good for driving, not fucking. You'd think he was having as relationship with it the way he goes on. I almost expect him to come into work saying,&lt;br /&gt;'Hey, here's a funny story. Last night when me and the Audi were in bed-'&lt;br /&gt;No, no, no, no, NOOOO! I don't want to HEAR any more of your crap stories that make no sense and are not funny!! WHY do you insist they are so bloody amusing?! They aren't! No I shouldn't have, 'been there' because it would be the pissing same! Only then I would have *seen* how shit it was, rather thn just heard it! Gah!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we get into work, I do all my stuff I need to do. Simon's chatting away to Mike and I get Neil-sodding-Griffiths on the phone...oh and I want to kill myself! He's welsh (not a crime in itself) but when combined with being annoying aswell, you really want to bludgeon him to death with a leek! He hardly gives us any work and wants it DIIIRT cheap! I dislike him, he drives me mad, he doesn't pester any-fucker else, only me!! So I'm told specifically *not* to answer the phone, so like a good girl I don't. I just sit there, doing my artwork, getting it all sorted and up-to-date...then the messages arrive. I can hear the voicemail click in with my chirpy voice:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Hello, thank you for calling Multiprint, I'm sorry we cannot come to the phone. If you leave you're name, mesage and a contact telephone number, we'll get right back to you. Alternatively contact us on multi_' e.t.c e.t.c...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*BEEP*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(In order of Neil leaving them. Cue really HEAVY WELSH ACCENT-he sounds like he's been eating nettles)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Oh, Kaaat, do you think you could call me back please?' No&lt;br /&gt;'Kaaat, I still haven't had that call off you yet...' Because I ain't rang you, fuckwit&lt;br /&gt;'Kaaat, I'm going out now, I won't be able to answer the phone to you now' Good&lt;br /&gt;'Hey, Kaaaat...I'm still here, not gone yet' Jesus fucking christ&lt;br /&gt;'I have gone, but I'm back now you-see' No, I can't see you idiot&lt;br /&gt;'I'm sat round waiting for you to give me a call, I know you're proooobably busy' Then get the hint and fucking shut up.&lt;br /&gt;'Kaaat-' YES NEIL!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I answer the phone..&lt;br /&gt;I want to slit my throat...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After half an hour of telling 'boyo' I can't do his sample until he approves the quote, to which he replied, 'Well...it's like a chicken and an egg situation there Kaaat, I can't approve it until I see the sample'&lt;br /&gt;Yes, yes you can Neil. If the price sounds good then you say 'Yep, go ahead with a sample' and then I do it. No approval of the quote, no artwork-sorry. It's like me saying, 'Oh...we'll have 10 of those vests made up and we'll try 'em on. Then you gimme a quote and I'll see if I want them...' Uh...no&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I go out later, say 'fuck it' to my conscience telling me to save money because I'm in shit. I need to let loose! And I bloody well do! I have a really interesting time at the Swan, then decide I'm not tired at 4am...meander round the quarry e.t.c e.t.c (haha) don't wanna go into depth with it as I may be told off,lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ree mentions that she has some pics of me or something...this should be fun...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go to bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/566327729467092620-2854818785637261047?l=katsramblesthroughlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katsramblesthroughlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2854818785637261047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=566327729467092620&amp;postID=2854818785637261047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566327729467092620/posts/default/2854818785637261047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566327729467092620/posts/default/2854818785637261047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katsramblesthroughlife.blogspot.com/2008/07/re-cap-1-friday-25th.html' title='Re-cap 1: Friday 25th'/><author><name>*~Katania~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02914413150722961667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J5BO99wKywA/TwI_99Sk6YI/AAAAAAAAAGU/ymSTzhF_gEc/s220/Newme.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-566327729467092620.post-24290714888141466</id><published>2008-07-24T13:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T13:54:12.871+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Just seeing if this works-piccy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=3397896&amp;amp;id=785010083"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=3397896&amp;amp;id=785010083" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/566327729467092620-24290714888141466?l=katsramblesthroughlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katsramblesthroughlife.blogspot.com/feeds/24290714888141466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=566327729467092620&amp;postID=24290714888141466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566327729467092620/posts/default/24290714888141466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566327729467092620/posts/default/24290714888141466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katsramblesthroughlife.blogspot.com/2008/07/just-seeing-if-this-works-piccy.html' title='Just seeing if this works-piccy!'/><author><name>*~Katania~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02914413150722961667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J5BO99wKywA/TwI_99Sk6YI/AAAAAAAAAGU/ymSTzhF_gEc/s220/Newme.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-566327729467092620.post-5518048867148205956</id><published>2008-07-23T14:12:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T14:20:33.200+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I may die</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;14:20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Still trying to get on a break...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my god! I have just laughed so hard I was nearly sick! I never knew that was physically possible!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was remembering old shows I used to watch and then I saw Andy Howat's new profile picture! OH MY FRICKING GOD! I laughed so much my sides now HURT! He reminded me of that show 'Harry and the Henderson's!' Here's a picture to remind people:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.darkacres.com/harry-of-the-hendersons_2.jpg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is A-M-A-Z-I-N-G! I shall call Andy 'Harry' from now on, he may threaten death, but I like it ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh shit...he's sent me a message on facebook-I am fucking dead...(is *still* laughing though!!) he doesn't seem to want to kill me, which is good! This is my mini revenge at the fact he says I have parachute pants, he has SEEN my ass and has said it's nice so he cannot tease me about it :p nyaaaah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually...no....he *is* gonna get me now...fuckery-doo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/566327729467092620-5518048867148205956?l=katsramblesthroughlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katsramblesthroughlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5518048867148205956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=566327729467092620&amp;postID=5518048867148205956' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566327729467092620/posts/default/5518048867148205956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566327729467092620/posts/default/5518048867148205956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katsramblesthroughlife.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-may-die.html' title='I may die'/><author><name>*~Katania~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02914413150722961667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J5BO99wKywA/TwI_99Sk6YI/AAAAAAAAAGU/ymSTzhF_gEc/s220/Newme.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-566327729467092620.post-104285850953785200</id><published>2008-07-23T13:12:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T13:56:31.911+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Kat's favourite quotes! And over-use of the word BORED</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;13:15&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;BREAK TIME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I'M SO BORED!!! Another BLOG appears! So I am writing all my FAVE quotes down....B-O-R-E-D, BORED! That was like that D-I-S-C-O song then...hey...there's an idea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;(Sang in the same D-I-S-C-O tune!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;- She is&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; B&lt;/span&gt;ored&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;f waiting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;-For &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;od to make a cup of tea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;-for m&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eeeeeeee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;amn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ACTUALLY GONE ON BREAK NOW AND IT'S 13:45PM! FOR GOD SAKE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Right...on with the quotes!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'But come the morning, shivering and contorting'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Madness 'Love Struck'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;'You would look ugly though, if you were a man'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Me drunk in Iron Bridge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;'I saw an elf today!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Tracey Clarke at college...she meant 'dwarf'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;'There is a Kestrel in that locker! We must get it out!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Again...Tracey Clarke...at college&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;'Now...think like the keys...get IN the zone...where would I be?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;After losing my keys IN my flat...sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;'I feel a little like a leper today'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Me waking up next to a random man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;'Oh shit...when I said I KNEW where I was...I WAS kinda lying'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Me...most of the time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;'Whale Pork-chop!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Marie and Me making up new words to 'A's song 'Nothing'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;'Do you reckon I'd get arrested for stalking? Even though I *know* he loves me back?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Me talking to a randomer about Alan Rickman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;'Speed dating?! Do they call it that because you have to be *on* speed to date half of them?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Me talking to Cress about the impending evening&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;'W-What the hell is m-my sink doing in the front room?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Me after breaking my sink, the pedestal thing was off it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;'Who's nose it that on his face? That's not his,surely!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Me after many-a-drinks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;'Oh yeah I think that top is ace!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Me in top shop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;'I was trying on the *jeans* I was already wearing the top'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Laura Chazzy-chaz-Challinor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;'Ah right'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I had a hangover Laura, sorry!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;'I may not *look* like I'm doing anything, but on a cellular level I'm extremely busy'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Me in general/work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;'I'm bringing sexy back'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Me in the Yorkshire, sadly though I wasn't bringing it back-more like co-ercing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;'I've got to go to bed now, got work on Monday'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;It was Thursday...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Sophie after drinking at the vaults with people round,lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;'Oh fuck! I forgot to tell you about that guy. Yah know-whats his name, isn't it? With that thing on his thing and the hair and-'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;'You mean Dave?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;'Yeah! How the HELL did you know who I was on about?!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Me to Sophie...god bless good friends...being telepathic with me helps too!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;'Somebody once told me the world is gonna roll me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I ain't the sharpest tool in the shed'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;LOVE this song-All Star by Smash Mouth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;'How about you kiss my chuddies?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Can't remember what from but I said it today and I was happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;'Kusso-Tarre!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;In the language of the Japs, 'shit head' gotta love 'em&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;'I thought you were a snow man'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Me waking up when Sophie checked to see if I was dead after a sesh-ON!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;KAT AND PRU QUOTES:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;'I'm sure I've seen that website before' Pru&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;'Yeah I've seen it too-think it's on the internet!' Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;'Oh Kat...no you didn't' Pru&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; 'Please kill me...' Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;After seeing a website that looked interesting. Yeah Kat nice one luv, generally websites ARE on the internet! I'm such a fucking dick head!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;'OMELETTE DU FROMAGE!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Me! Outside the 'Haunted House' at Drayton Manor with Pru and Wes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;'I don't like it! I don't need it!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Me. The legend that is that quote! EVERYONE is saying it now!lol. But still not in the scarily childish voice I do it in,lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Which way are the dorms then!?'&lt;br /&gt;Me at Adcote ball...I forgot it was an all girl's school-oooopsy &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Should'a gone to cock savers'&lt;br /&gt;Me to Jo...as you can tell my mind was elsewhere that day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'If I *want* to put a mountain lion in my cleavage, I will *put* one in my cleavage!'&lt;br /&gt;Me to Rod at work after he was questioning me.&lt;br /&gt;Si had bought me a mini mountain lion plushy back from the zoo and I was cuddling it,&lt;br /&gt;then decided to put it in a 'safe' place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's it for now!! More late :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/566327729467092620-104285850953785200?l=katsramblesthroughlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katsramblesthroughlife.blogspot.com/feeds/104285850953785200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=566327729467092620&amp;postID=104285850953785200' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566327729467092620/posts/default/104285850953785200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566327729467092620/posts/default/104285850953785200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katsramblesthroughlife.blogspot.com/2008/07/kats-favourite-quotes-and-over-use-of.html' title='Kat&apos;s favourite quotes! And over-use of the word BORED'/><author><name>*~Katania~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02914413150722961667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J5BO99wKywA/TwI_99Sk6YI/AAAAAAAAAGU/ymSTzhF_gEc/s220/Newme.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-566327729467092620.post-1795567369160706953</id><published>2008-07-23T09:27:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T11:41:22.898+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Early for something? ME?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;10:32am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;***Wednesday***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the title indicates! GET me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;LAST NIGHT (Tuesday)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gaz says get to his for 9:40pm, I am there at like 9:45pm! He is making us late though as he's faffing round. We get to the cinema for 10:00pm! OH MY GOD! I am ON time!! (Collapses onto knees and cries with happiness) I am a changed woman!lol. I do make a boo-boo though at Cine :S Gaz goes to book his Batman/Dark Knight ticket at the 'Box' part of the Cinema (trying to get the terminology right here!) while I scout for Pru because I can't see her, so he goes his way, I go mine. I make my way over the 'Consessions' (?) where there are two people having a natter, a girl and a guy that has hair like a Hanson member. I ask, 'Is..uh...Katie Prudence finished?' (*is cringing as she's typing this*) they look at each other and the girl says, 'Uh yeah...she's like over there,' she's pointing at the 'Box' where I can see Gaz stood grinning (?) and Pru is sat behind him on her chair ^_^; I laugh in a nervously embaressed way and say, 'Shoul'da gone to Specsavers!' they laugh and I big a hasty retreat and smack my palm to my head, D'oh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pru informs me that this happened on 'her end' of the incident. Gaz went over, she noticed I had strayed over in the OPPOSITE direction and said, 'Where's she going!?' Gaz said, 'Don't call her, don't say anything...just watch her,' the little fucker!  :p I have seriously GOT to get those glasses, I found a sexual pair at Spec savers (stop laughing at me!) and they are 125.00 for two pairs...they are purple! Yaaay...I hate glasses though! I don't hate other people wearing them, so don't get all pissy reading this if you are of the four-eyed purrrsuasion. I just feel intensely vulnerable in them, even though I apparently look like a 'sexy secretary' when wearing them :S I'm weaning myself in slowly with my sun glasses, they are okay-except I kinda sat on 'em and they are a little bit bent -_-; *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any-hoof! I have to WAIT for 45 MINUTES for Pru (yeah, I hope you are bloody reading this Mrs!)  because I am actually ON TIME, if not early! I mean for christ sake! This is WHY I'm late (hehe) people always moan at me, but then if they say 'Make SURE you are here by so-and-so time' I bloody am! Then what do I get?! MORE pissing grief because I'm early, I give'd up! So I am going back to being late all the bloody time, at least I know where I stand then :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pru goes into the office part (she's cashing up, I cannot afford to mooch when she's not round as people stare funny at me and to a certain degree I feel embaressed-although that feeling should have long-since passed by now!) I am bored! I have already pushed, poked and broken everything I can get my hands on in 'box' and there's nothing left! I have dismantled my free 'Wall-E' watch that you only get if you are a child and have watched the film (only one of these apply to me-hehe) and am holding it like a dead rat because I'm not sure what to do with it. Pru is going to kick my butt because she told me *not* to break it! But then she did leave me bored and alone, so I figure I am okay to 'play' with it, If anyone from school is reading this then you'll remember I have a penchant for dismantling/breaking things! I fixed all the problems with blue-tak though, even Mrs.Bloxham's door in art :) good times, hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, Gaz has already gone by this point I forgot to mention! Forgot all about him then 0_o; stoopid Kat!hehe. So I go outside and wait for Pru because the cinema is getting a little busy, plus it's really warm and I can't stand being too hot, I get grouchy. So I'm resting my back on the wall, with one foot up behind me so my knee is bent and a swish looking silver car comes along, instantly I am in love! Now, don't ask me *what* the car was as I have no idea! All my car knowledge if based upon cars from Need For Speed or Juiced...which is probably why I haven't passed my driving test yet ^_^* hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I digress. So out comes this guy in these dark shades (it's night time...but he does look good so I don't complain) and is lounging by his car, he spots me (I am NOT staring at him, periveral vision and-all-that) and comes a bit closer, he asks 'What did you go and watch?' I have lived in Shrewsbury for 4 years now and figure that people aren't exactly uber friendly like me so I am somewhat surprised to find someone just genuinely wanting to strike up conversation, my mouth gapes a little bit-not an attractive look. Finding my tongue works I say, 'Oh...I haven't been to see one. I'm just waiting for my friend to finish work actually,' he nods and smiles *melts!* and says that he's waiting for his younger brother to come out from watching 'Wall-E.' Now if I had brains (that hadn't been turned to mush by semi-olive-skinned-man) I'd have jokingly offered him my 'Wall-E' watch...but then again I broke it, so just aswell I didn't! He lights up a ciggy (*nose wrinkles*) and my love somewhat fades. I decline his offer of one informing him that I don't smoke and am rewarded with a gorgeous smile and a 'good girl,' love comes back again at that! He has an extremely sultry voice and my hormones are playing up-damnit. I say that I like his glasses in a futile attempt to get my mind off sex and back onto a more wholesome topic, he again rewards me with a smile and takes them off and studies them, informing me they aren't real 'Armani' ones or whatever (he has lovely eyes) and I say that I don't really go for brands as I'm cheap and cheerful (and honest!) gesturing at my new top I bought from 'New Look.' He gives me an appraising look and says I look 'pretty' my heart seriously stops for a minute...then his little bastard brother comes out! Damn him to HELL (a bit strong yes, but I was getting complimented!!) Mr.Olive-skin says it was nice to meet me and hopes that my friend isn't too long as I may get cold outside (I check my nipples because Gaz has made me worried that I 'smuggle peanuts' *see earlier post* on the odd occasion. I am happy to report it's too dark to see any nippl-age...but the tops rather revealing anyway) he waves, glasses are put back on, ciggy is stamped out and then he gets in the car and leaves...I shed an inner tear at this,hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have to wait too long for Pru now I hope and go back in, where I see KEEF! (*THAT KEITH!*) and a small rotund man carrying boxes, I promptly say 'AYA KEEF' and sort of nod at the small man who I am going to call 'Hans' as he was blonde-ish and German looking. I hope my 'AYA' causes a jump or some sort of reaction as I wanted them to drop the boxes, not because I hate 'Keef' but because I would have got an insane amount of pleasure from it-I'm like that :/&lt;br /&gt;Pru comes out and we go to Tesco, get her hair dye, listen to loud music in the car, go and get a takeaway (Indian) and I dye her hair-it looks nice!! A really nice dark reddy colour with highlights in it, pretty ^_^*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We go to sleep (different beds, I think I'm in the 'cat-house' hehe) and I rearrange the cats so they don't crush my heart in the night..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;WEDNESDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning-I am EARLY for work! 8:45am to be precise! My phone's broken though so this dims my mood somewhat, the tap is also broken in the bath...that's the BOTH of them now! Me being me I 'fix' it and can now use it...with the aid of pliers! teehee. Who needs a man? ^.^* (I bloody do!) that's it for now, up to speed in the world of Kat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My coffee tastes like shit...I hate Rod...I really do... 0_o;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have that Wall-E watch in my bag... -_-;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/566327729467092620-1795567369160706953?l=katsramblesthroughlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katsramblesthroughlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1795567369160706953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=566327729467092620&amp;postID=1795567369160706953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566327729467092620/posts/default/1795567369160706953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566327729467092620/posts/default/1795567369160706953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katsramblesthroughlife.blogspot.com/2008/07/early-for-something-me.html' title='Early for something? ME?!'/><author><name>*~Katania~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02914413150722961667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J5BO99wKywA/TwI_99Sk6YI/AAAAAAAAAGU/ymSTzhF_gEc/s220/Newme.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-566327729467092620.post-159328741031658617</id><published>2008-07-22T19:43:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T20:18:19.825+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday, in all it's evilness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;19:46&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;***MONDAY***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;JESUS! MAMMOTH Sunday post! I won't blame anyone for going blind on that one :s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I am late for work Monday (I was clearing Starburst I swear!) after death-gripping Gaz's arm as we cross the road back to mine I am pleased that I am back home and feeding the cats-I have a shower and get changed, book a taxi and then zoom off to work! I am not INCREDIBLY later (half an hour?) and that is pretty damn good for me!! I set to doing artwork as soon as I come in, the phone's go all pissing day and I am losing my rag my mid morning. I also have shown my thong off to 5 customers unintentionally and I can only blame Gaz for this, I have no idea why, I just don't like the blame being soley on me. My head is not 'with it' as i am tired (there were a LOT of starbursts!) Rod makes me 2 shitty cups of coffee with the wrong amount of sugar in! Like I'm not going ot know, honestly! I have cut down from 5 to 3 sugars, that is GOOD for me! If I taste less than 3 I am unhappy. I have also had 3 red bulls and am jumping round by about 2pm...Gaz apparently is perky...and I hate him for it,lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Late afternoon rolls in and I get my ass chewed by a customer (nothing like that to dampen your mood!) I listened to her rant and rave and to be honest I didn't actually bite back...that's what starbursts do for you! Everyone commented on my 'cat-who-got-the-cream-face' and this made me slightly pink as I think they know I was 'cleaning' all night...fuck...(that was an expletive then, not a description :P nyaaah) the rest of the day passes without incident, except I nearly forget to order some Regatta Jackets for some wank-ass customer-but I remember and plead with the company that supplies some garments that I will do anything for them to be sent! They agree, I am now doing live sex shows for a week ;D haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Evening rolls on and I am at work late to make up for clean-(yeah...alright I'll stop....I wasn't cleaning at all!)ing. I remember I need cat food as Stef's tuna he gave me has run out! Little fuckers can eat :p so I make plans to mooch to Tesco from work as it's now like 7:30pm...decide against it, go to Coleham Spar instead where I see someone from school and make witty banter about me being like a Pot Noodle...you had to have been there really...it was good though! I walk back through the quarry, along the river to get home, chatting on the mobile to Richard and informing him we are going to see 4 films at the cinema! The reason for me ringing Rich is to inform him I saw Gerald (a duck with a blue bill we saw a couple of months ago!) and I nearly fell in the river upon inspection! Ducking Fuck! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I get home and feed le kitties who are yowling at me for food. I sort dinner out and then realise that I cannot see...there is smoke EVERYWHERE! Tea is fine but the oven is dying! I open the bathroom door, windows, and whack every fan on that I can! The smoke soon clears and I feel a little woozy. I go to bed early as I am bored and also the smoke has knocked me about a bit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;That was all that happened Monday!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Right... TODAY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tuesday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;(20.10pm)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I get up, am on TIME for work (yep, that's right!) and Si is in a good mood. We are in the midst of sorting our antiques shop out and he's spewing hallmark talk e.t.c at me. I actually understand it all...which is worrying! I am quite quick at picking things up though, like a spongue or something. I get to work, leave MSN on so I can chat with Gaz (yeah...another post Gaz-orientated...christ) and set to work! I reel off 3 artworks by 12:00 which are all excellent (aren't they always?) I try and scour hotels in Wolverhampton so me and Pru can stay there overnight as 'THAT KEITH's' Birthday piss-night is up soon and I KNOW I will not be travel-worthy later on the same night. I get travel sick as it is (music seems to help me) and I really do NOT want to be throwing up on a train :S Pru would probably find it funny anyway,lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I give up on searching as I get bored very quickly, I have Minestrone soup and we have the 'weigh in', everyone at work's doing it. It was my idea to start it and I am pleased to say I am winning...until Simon steps in the scales...we tie and the money goes onto next week. 2.00 in the 'Kitty' each Tuesday (I opted for Tuesday as I know Monday will be a bad day to 'weigh' because I will have over-indulged at the weekend! Method in the madness see, they think I'm just being delightfully 'quirky,' fools.hehe) so I pop my money in and pray to god I win next tuesday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Pru is making sure for most of the day that I remember I am meeting her at (says aloud)             C I N E W O L R D  at  1 0 P M  (I have bee saying it all frigging day!!) so she can pick me aup and we can get her hair dye from Tesco's. She has allowed me some 'dawdle' time and I am thankful for that, I'd like to know what time I am really okay to be there...and have this odd sensation I should arrive late...I know she will insert something unpleasant into me though.  I write the time and place and who on my left hand so I remember, I pray to christ my shower does NOT rub it off! Gaz offers me a lift to Cineworld, which is nice!(lol) I agree and now I have to meet him at his for 9:40 so here's my timeline so far:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;L E A V E  F L A T 9 : 3 0 P M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;G A Z  H O U S E  9 : 4 0 P M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;C I N E W O R L D 1 0 : 0 0 PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I am commiting these to memory now (SCAN) okay! There we go, I'm sure I'll remember....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;It's 20:17 now and I should have enough time, if I don't dawdle round to go have a shower, dress and get ready to mooch over to Gaz's and then be on time for Pru....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I have two people waiting to kick my ass if I fail in this mission :S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I likes them odds :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Chowies!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/566327729467092620-159328741031658617?l=katsramblesthroughlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katsramblesthroughlife.blogspot.com/feeds/159328741031658617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=566327729467092620&amp;postID=159328741031658617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566327729467092620/posts/default/159328741031658617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566327729467092620/posts/default/159328741031658617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katsramblesthroughlife.blogspot.com/2008/07/monday-in-all-its-evilness.html' title='Monday, in all it&apos;s evilness'/><author><name>*~Katania~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02914413150722961667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J5BO99wKywA/TwI_99Sk6YI/AAAAAAAAAGU/ymSTzhF_gEc/s220/Newme.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-566327729467092620.post-1946415733638153904</id><published>2008-07-22T18:53:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T19:45:31.268+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Night! Mmmm mmmmm!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;18:54&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Here's what happened Sunday!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;*****SUNDAY:***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I cleaned the flat up, made dinner and burnt my tongue! I spent most of the day chatting to Gaz (worryingly this is what I now do most of the time!!Eeep!) on MSN and generally pratting round. I have time to kill as I'm meant to be going over to Gaz's so he can drive us to Monkmoor to do the Sunday quiz at (ironically called) 'The Monkmoor,' a pub in Monkmoor called that...genius! Ronseal advert anyone?lol. I get Stef to 'lend' me two tins of tuna so I can feed the kitties as I have forgotten to get more cat food-ack! Bad mummy Kat &gt;.&lt;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Anyway-I am meant to get to Gaz's for 8:50pm so he can whip us (and I mean that!) round to the pub in his uber flash car (rolls eyes in a good natured way) bloody boys and their toys. Mind you, if I could drive I'd be showing off in it aswell! Although I think if he heard me say I was even THINKING about driving the car he'd run me over with it! Not that I'm a bad driver or anything, I'm good...just not passed yet :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;So I get to Gaz's at 8:56pm (It was the CLOSEST I could manage people!) which was pretty good for me to be honest, wasn't it? It's normally hours late or not at all, but I am trying to impress so I'm being a good girl...well...in some respects ;D he sort of mock-lectures me on the fact I am late and I try and drive the convo towards the quiz. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;FLASHBACK&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Last time I did a quiz was with Pru the Sunday before-hand. Gaz had invited us last time (kinda) and we were rival teams! Team Hoof (us) vs Team 15 tonne weight limit (?) I think they were called. Team 15 TWL consisted of Gaz, his brother Bob (of the Unicycle variety) Daddy Griffiths and a friend (embaressed that I don't know his name!!) they all seemed pretty hard-core quizzers! Which means in loose terms, they looked serious. Now, seriousness doesn't really feature in my vocab so we were having fun whilst trying to answer the bloody questions (we were doing wel I felt) we had the pool players helping aswell (will get shouted at for 'cheating' by Mr.G now!) and the bar staff after I announced we were 'Quiz Virgins,' not the best choice of words for me ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I get a text from Gaz, 'You are not allowed to get help from the pool players! That's cheating!' this insinuates that he was spying on us, which I find quite funny/sweet. A later text wipes that thought away, 'Given up yet?' or something along those lines. I have no credit so make Pru reply, we try and cadge one of the answers from him I think, but he doesn't help is-very ungallant!! We struggle on. I am pleased I get a few questions right! We swap quiz answers with Gaz's team and start to mark their paper when the answers are read out. 'What is a Golden Ferret in golf?' was one, they put 'A hole in one,' ummm NO boys, a hole in one is called 'A hole in one' Durrr! HOW long have they been going?! :p hehe. Also I am pleased I have the 'Whale Shark' quesion right and they don't. Anything on nature, Japanese stuff and sex is my forte! Not necessarily IN that order though :s we come last and the woman doing the quiz gets our team name wrong (I am reluctant to inform her that it is my version on the word &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;'Camel Toe') and we get a 'loser' prize of some mints....I must ask Pru where they are! Little scamp took 'em home!lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Irish bingo comes later (although they do none of this stand up and then sit down nonsence-this is probably because the average age of the patrons is like 60, and hips ain't so loose at that age) I think I'm going to win it! I am one of the last one's and I am looking rather smug (whenever I do this, I ALWAYS lose) ironically (but not really) I lose :( I receive a rather chaste kiss on the cheek from Gaz as his father and Brother are watching (and Mr.-I-don't-know-who-the-frick-he-is.) Me and Pru mosey on over to the chinease as Gaz leaves and I nearly die! Pru will be sat there pissing herself at the moment if she's reading this (Insert GLARE) because I nearly got run over! She sped up and I slowed down! My brain was working out how to roll off the bonnet of the car and in the 15-second time frame I slowed down to snail's pace (obviously I cannot think AND walk!) and squeaked, yes SQUEAKED really loud 'EEEEEEEEEEP!' and Pru laughed her head off! I could have died woman!lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;We stand outside the chinease and Pru is still laughing, I am also chuckling after this, but that's mainly to stop my teeth chattering in fear! (lol) Then a fuck-off-huge-ass Moth comes by! AGAIN I scream, but am happy that Pru seems to dislike them aswell. She buggers off away from it and it attacks me! I am NOT over-dramatising, the little fucker actually goes for me! I scream, 'I THINK IT'S GONE IN ME!' and Pru is pissing herself again (Tenna lady on the excursions in future methinks :s ) it hasn't gone 'in' me thank god, but I do check myself all over because I remember Gaz telling me the story of a lady with a bat in her bra! How fricking warped is that!? And she never KNEW apparently..gotta be American you say-no...she was English. Gotta be blonde then. We decide this chinease is too expensive (and I'm too embaressed to go in now as one man had been watching us the whole time!) and so we go to my fave place, 'Bamboo House' at Castlefields (pikey avenue) and order a takeaway, I make talk with the guy serving and inform him it's me that lives in Mardol that sometimes orders, he seems pleased with this and says 'cute' when I make a grin at him-awwww! x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;We get in, mooch round, eat and then go to bed. Pru declines the offer of coming into bed with me and stops on the sofa bed, I think that one time when I was sooo drunk I kept rubbing my ass into her crotch in the night kinda put her off! Which is fair enough (hairy-no Kat!) but that's for another day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;END FLASHBACK&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;RIGHT! Back to quizzing with Gaz! We nip to see if Bob (his brother) is at the shooting range, he isn't. We think he may be joining us at the quiz, he doesn't. So it's just me, Gaz, Daddy Griffiths and Mr.-I-still-don't-know-what-the-frig-his-name-is! I get like 6/8 of my questions right and I make Gaz put a little 'dot' by them so they know they are my questions! :P Daddy Griffiths is really nice , but I musn't swear near him otherwise I will be told off, so I put on my 'good girl' head all night....except when I inadvertantly say I want to have sex with Gaz-it wasn't quite that blunt, but it may aswell have been! Which is why I had ONE pint! Beer/any alcohol with me recently is like an aphrodisiac and I didn't want to be throwing Gaz onto the table in front of Daddy G and Mr-who-the-fuck-are-you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;WE LOSE the quiz! I am apologetic as I have a feeling it's my fault! I go to the toilet after. (to cry!lol) When I come back in, sashaying my hips as the men at the bar are watching and I really want one of them to fall over I am informed by Daddy G, who mock-cowers, that I look like I am coming for him!lol. I laugh and sit down, Gaz then informs me I am smuggling peanuts-which apparently mean I have hard nipples in his lingo! I am a little slow on the uptake and am frownin at the thought that they were going to use me as a sort of drug/nut-mule and sneek peanuts off the premises! I was worried that they were really 'hard up' if they were smuggling light snacks from places! I then get what the hell he's on about by that as I realise I could probably hang 'party rings' off my nipples...great! I hope Daddy G wasn't implying I was out to 'get him' with them! I did look 'armed and dangerous' after all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;We say 'bye' to Daddy G (I give him a kiss on the cheek) and he says I am to quiz with him every Sunday, which is really nice of him! I also wave at Mr-I-give-up-trying-to-guess-who-you-are and then we take our leave. We whiz back to Gaz's, I have coffee he has nothing and I promptly decide to clear up the starbursts littering the floor by my feet, messy man. We sit and chat about the night on his sofa, which is a little small and brings us close together...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Um....I was late for work Monday....no more needs to be said :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/566327729467092620-1946415733638153904?l=katsramblesthroughlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katsramblesthroughlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1946415733638153904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=566327729467092620&amp;postID=1946415733638153904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566327729467092620/posts/default/1946415733638153904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566327729467092620/posts/default/1946415733638153904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katsramblesthroughlife.blogspot.com/2008/07/sunday-night-mmmm-mmmmm.html' title='Sunday Night! Mmmm mmmmm!!'/><author><name>*~Katania~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02914413150722961667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J5BO99wKywA/TwI_99Sk6YI/AAAAAAAAAGU/ymSTzhF_gEc/s220/Newme.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-566327729467092620.post-4450415311811006907</id><published>2008-07-22T18:15:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T20:24:11.239+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hoofage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cats'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='in-jokes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drink'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='age'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hoof'/><title type='text'>Saturday highlights...and lowlights!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18:20&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My god, didn't know so many people were actually reading this shit :/ I've had 3 people moaning because I haven't updated-sad, aren't you? :P hehe! Just teasing, it's nice to know people are actually enjoy the random crap that sprawls across the web.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, it's Tuesday today! I realise I have not done my, 'Kat's word of the week!' thing that I do each week-so here we go:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kat's word of the week is-'Anomaly!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anomoly is an irregularity, a mis proportion, or something that is strange or unusual, or unique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel this describes me and thusly it is the word of the week! Use it at least once a day for the week, then there will be a new one next week...there are no benefits, it'd just be fun to see how many people try and do it :) and be CREATIVE! :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, last update was when? Saturday morning?! Cripes! So here's the update for your nosey people. This post will be for:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;***Saturday:***&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to all the clothes sales and bought a few new tops, I've gone down a dress size in top and bottoms, which is weird as my boobs have grown-yikes! So I also try and get a bra, to no avail as they have to order mine in, which will cost me. I'll tie the bastards up with string if I have to! (Shakes fist at all the pigeon chested people) damn you all to hell!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that me and Jo go for a few bevvy's and discuss work (oooh yeah, what a fun topic that is) I check out a few people e.t.c e.t.c and then Simon comes along and we leave for 'The Cop.' Kelvin meets us along the way at the Wheat Sheaf and we chat for a bit, move onto the OPO (I am tipsy now and chuckling quite evilly) then we move onto the 'Lion Hotel' and there is a CAT in there! I am not pissed so I am sure it was! There was an old man sitting next to us in the 'cushty' bit and he had a grey tabby! He was sooooo cute! Bright blue eyes (which normally they only have when they are kittens) and was flat out on this guys lap asleep. So I crooned over him and stroked him, much to the delight of the elderly gent as he was getting my fingers brushing dangerously near his...uh...yeah, I only wanted to stroke the CAT, okay?! I'm not that sexually depraved!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gets a textual from Pru-age! (The 'age' to my 'hoof') She informs me that she wants to watch Wall-E and is asking how drunk I am, of course this can be seen as a challenge so I say I'm fine. Which of course is a total lie, as I am texting her I get lost going to the bathroom at the hotel and end up nearly in someone's bedroom! Christ I work fast!lol. So when Jo, Si and Kelvin leave the 'Lion Hotel' I wait opposite (after Jo helps me cross the road! Phobia of crossing roads aswell!!) for Pru to just zoom by and me jump in the car. I jump into the 'Pru-mobile' and we go to the cinema.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cinema is PACKED! Everyone seems to be going to watch Wall-E! So we see how long it's gonna take e.t.c and then...Gemma is there. Now Pru has been informed that I know Gemma from school (the legend at Cineworld they say) and she is practically spaffing in her pants at seeing me! Yeah, popular see!hehe. Well, with the freaks :s Anyhoof-Gemma says 'OMG! Katie (Pru) you know her! She's MENTAL,' this is coming from a certified nut-job I may add, 'I can't believe you know her, cool!' she then shuffles off and goes to aid a customer, that quite frankly would be better off helping themselves!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decide not to wait to see Wall-E and we go to the 'Two Henry's' instead! I see Ash there (my ex-Alan's friend) and say hello back at his strained greeting (I figured out why it was strained later!) So then we go in and chocolate brownies and madness ensue! I am proper 'kicking' after drinking and this comes out in the form of random behaviour and loudness. I make a pirate flag for the waiter, take pics of me and Pru, have the urge to push plates off the table and generally just cause mischief! We decide we should go and bowl! Use all that pent up energy on something worthwhile, other than sex that is. I ring Gaz and ask him does he want to join us, but he can't come and play because he's being all 'grow'd up' and working :( and I sooo wanted to play with him ;P (snick, snick, snick) so we toddle off after saying 'Bye' to Ash (I made the effort this time) and he looked relieved...fucker...we go to the Spar opposite so I can get credit (even though my battery is dead!) and when I come back to the car Pru informs me that we missed my ex (not that I would miss if I had a gun!) by minutes as he just trundled into the pub! Whew! No wonder Ash looked so worried!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We get to the bowling alley and everyone from 'Iceland' is there, where me and Alan first met while working together, they were good and bad times. So I say 'hello' to everyone and then we get down to some serious...BOWL-AGE! I have a Carling and lime to start off the next wave of madness!! I get 130 on my first go and am very impressed because I am pretty wired and not really 'with it' as games go. I also MUST go and get those frigging glasses as I went into the WRONG alley and picked up a ball, much to the amusement of the lad that was on that alley! I quickly 'eeeped' and moved to my own, where Mike (Pru's friend) was grinning!Bugger :p lol&lt;br /&gt;We took loads of pics (on facebook) and a WICKED one of me jumping in the air! Woop! Well done Pru for that excellent piccy, mucho loves xx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are the last to leave, I say bye to the bowling peeps and then we go home in the Pru-Mobile! I upload the pics and me and Pru comment them (she went home) and have a chuckle at the fact I am apparently, 'Hot!' which is nice :) Merci Mr.C! lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go to bed, that's pretty much it for Saturday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/566327729467092620-4450415311811006907?l=katsramblesthroughlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katsramblesthroughlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4450415311811006907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=566327729467092620&amp;postID=4450415311811006907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566327729467092620/posts/default/4450415311811006907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566327729467092620/posts/default/4450415311811006907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katsramblesthroughlife.blogspot.com/2008/07/1820-heya-my-god-didnt-know-so-many.html' title='Saturday highlights...and lowlights!'/><author><name>*~Katania~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02914413150722961667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J5BO99wKywA/TwI_99Sk6YI/AAAAAAAAAGU/ymSTzhF_gEc/s220/Newme.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-566327729467092620.post-1727617817691963545</id><published>2008-07-19T13:13:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T14:27:00.502+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The morning after...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;13:13pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it says 'morning' in the post, technically it FEELS like morning to me. Here's what I got up to last night:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I even got out I had 3 Carlings at home, yummy yum yum! I had the sudden urge for them, I haven't had that for a couple of weeks now and it's been weird :s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then went out to the Franwell Beer Fest thing and enjoyed some nice wine! Strawberry and Raspberry or something, VERY nice! The only complaint I had about it was the fact that it wasn't quite chilled enough. I had 3 glasses of that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MUST get some glasses (eye version.) I couldn't see Jo or Si when I went to the Wheat Sheaf and was whizzing round desperately trying to search for them as there were a few weirdo's there. I saw Nigel Bevan (not one of the weirdo's I swear!hehe) and was embaressed when he introduced me as 'The Lady that does our CAMRA stuff,' I have a dozen eyes on me, some semi-bloodshot due to excessive Ale, Ack! I tried to make a joke of, 'I'm only her if the garments were right, any problems and I'm not her 'kay?' which went down a storm...or not...lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found Jo and Simon after, he's extremely 'with it' recently because of his mask (earlier blog) and was buzzing round the place...speaking of buzzing! There was one of Si's friends there and they call him the 'Wasp man,' or something like that, and he wants me to do *1* shirt saying 'Give bee's a chance' or something because of the imminent loss of bee's in the world. Now, I don't MIND bee's so much but he loves wasps's aswell and I fucking hate them! Ever since mum dressed me in a pretty yellow dress (I HATE dresses!) when I was 5 or something and they chased me all down the park! I cried all the way round the damned theme park :( so I was reluctant to engage in a conversation about my most hated insects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we stay there for a little bit, Jo informs me that I have attracted the attention of 3 men...well, 2 men and 1 boy (19?) but I'm not really interested tonight. I have bigger fish to fry :) so we leave and then venture on....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We moved onto the 'Anchor,' which apparently is a very lesbian-orientated pub, I didn't really see any of them, but apparently my 'gaydar' wasn't working properly. I had a few smirnoffs there, saw Phil and promptly sat down outside on a stool next to him (he's one of granddad's friends) and introduced myself to his friends that were with him aswell, as you do! I can't remember what we were chatting about, some random shit. I moved from them to go back into the pub, struck up a conversation with the gent managing the 'real ale' bar thing just to the side of the normal bar. Tattoo's featured largely in the conversation as he had quite a few and I was showing mine off to him, as you do. Then I pop to the toilet to make a call and go pee, I have broken the 'golden seal' and will now want a wee ALL night!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go pee, make my call to a certain someone (grins) and then wash my hands, then, as I'm doing so, a lesbian messes my hair up saying 'I looove your hair! It looks soooo cool messed up'...she was *so* lucky that I was in a good mood and didn't decide to 'mess' her rug-munching face up! No-one touches my hair &gt;:( especially not some overweight, rugby top wearing bison! I go back into the main pub area, listen to the band a little bit (they were passable) and then get groped by a man, I rapidly decided I could either:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A, Ignore him and pretend it didn't happen&lt;br /&gt;B, Grope him back&lt;br /&gt;C, Put the heel of my palm into his jaw and crack it&lt;br /&gt;D, Get another drink after saying loudly, 'touch me again and you'll be wearing that pint'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I opt for D! I am in a good mood after all. Normally either B or C would apply, depending on the physical appearance of 'le groper.' I have 1 more smirnoff before ambling down the road to visit a certain someone....and that's where this log insert ends! hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got back home at aboooout 12:30 TODAY (19th) ? I'm not too sure of the time exactly, needless to say I am very tired, but very happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, get this song onto your music making machine! It's ACE! I get all 'tingly' listening to it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=ZyaXOOh6Mz0"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;http://youtube.com/watch?v=ZyaXOOh6Mz0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta love a bit of DP! (Pun also...intended)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, I'm going for a little 'cat-nap' on the sofa as I have to be up and ready for Jo to come and then we're off out to lunch,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta ra!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*~Kat~*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/566327729467092620-1727617817691963545?l=katsramblesthroughlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katsramblesthroughlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1727617817691963545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=566327729467092620&amp;postID=1727617817691963545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566327729467092620/posts/default/1727617817691963545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566327729467092620/posts/default/1727617817691963545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katsramblesthroughlife.blogspot.com/2008/07/morning-after.html' title='The morning after...'/><author><name>*~Katania~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02914413150722961667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J5BO99wKywA/TwI_99Sk6YI/AAAAAAAAAGU/ymSTzhF_gEc/s220/Newme.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-566327729467092620.post-1670793585696214738</id><published>2008-07-18T13:17:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T13:13:41.434+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scared'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scream'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='E.T'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fears'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Darth Vade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clowns'/><title type='text'>The things that make me pee myself</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"&gt;OK-or K'O as my mother says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"&gt;Here is the list as promised, these are my (sometimes irrational) fears! They also have a 'fear level' by them, see 'key' below,hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"&gt;&lt;li&gt;'IT' from Stephen King **** &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Clowns in general **** &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Old china dolls with those 'eyes' *** &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;E.T-Extra terrestrial *****&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Spiders ****&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;People dressed as animals ***&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Children! *&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Children with 'jammy' hands/sticky hands ***&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Barney the purple dinosaur ****&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Moths ***&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bear in the big blue house *****&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Light-bulbs ***&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Changing Light-bulbs *****&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chavs **&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pigeons ***&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dogs ***&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Heights (varies with the level of height faced with) ***/****&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nails down chalk board ***&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Forks scraping plate ***&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;People spitting *&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;People chewing gum whilst talking *&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bellybuttons ** &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Darth Vader on Tv ***&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Darth Vader costume ****&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Darth Vader 'breathing' *****&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nathan Mole (stretton) ****&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;PS2 breaking down *****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"&gt;'Fear-o-meter!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"&gt;***** I cannot run, I have paralysis from fear...and also wet pants... MELT DOWN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"&gt; X(&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"&gt;SCREAM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"&gt;**** Oh god, please make it go away! It's making my uterus clench! Save me!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"&gt; Start to scream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"&gt;*** Starting to sweat now, if I'm with someone I can cope with this-but need to leave ASAP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"&gt;** This creeps me out a little bit, but if I ignore it, it'll go away!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"&gt;* I can cope with this, I can be in the same room and not sweat. More 'irritating' than scary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/566327729467092620-1670793585696214738?l=katsramblesthroughlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katsramblesthroughlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1670793585696214738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=566327729467092620&amp;postID=1670793585696214738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566327729467092620/posts/default/1670793585696214738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566327729467092620/posts/default/1670793585696214738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katsramblesthroughlife.blogspot.com/2008/07/things-that-make-me-pee-myself.html' title='The things that make me pee myself'/><author><name>*~Katania~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02914413150722961667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J5BO99wKywA/TwI_99Sk6YI/AAAAAAAAAGU/ymSTzhF_gEc/s220/Newme.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-566327729467092620.post-1860643936229090871</id><published>2008-07-18T13:00:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T13:15:40.662+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aquarius'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eccentric'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Peace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aquarian'/><title type='text'>Do NOT disturb my lunch break!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;13:05&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am having a very annoying lunch break!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I try and have a bit of fucking peace I get someone asking me something!! Do I *have* to do it now? When this is the only bit of respite I actually get throughout the day? Oh I'm *so* sorry, your obviously extremely busy and *need* me to do this-not the fact you like to try and make me all hot and bothered and rush round...*I* never rush ANYWHERE (well, except the bathroom or the pub maybe...anyway I digress!)...well then...since it won't wait (it would have done!) so I will drag my lunch break out just to annoy you, you stupid cow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mind you, I realise now that it is a fellow 'Aquarian' that has come in for the artwork, so this soothes my mood slightly. He wants me to create something nifty within a logo, and me, being the eccentric Aquarian that I am, shall endeavor to make it superlative! It's called 'Aquarius Window Cleaning Services LTD.' Methinks I could have some fun with this! Yayeth!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right...I'm going to start a NEW post that contains 'things that I am scared of,' I said I'd do it and haven't gotten round to starting it yet (it is rather lengthy!) and since I have *ahem* extra lunch time, I can do it now!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/566327729467092620-1860643936229090871?l=katsramblesthroughlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katsramblesthroughlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1860643936229090871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=566327729467092620&amp;postID=1860643936229090871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566327729467092620/posts/default/1860643936229090871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566327729467092620/posts/default/1860643936229090871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katsramblesthroughlife.blogspot.com/2008/07/do-not-disturb-my-lunch-break.html' title='Do NOT disturb my lunch break!!'/><author><name>*~Katania~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02914413150722961667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J5BO99wKywA/TwI_99Sk6YI/AAAAAAAAAGU/ymSTzhF_gEc/s220/Newme.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-566327729467092620.post-5186587992659942667</id><published>2008-07-18T10:29:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T10:56:11.886+01:00</updated><title type='text'>My life in numbers...well...hours more like</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;10:33am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been an interesting morning...here's how it panned out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1:45am&lt;/span&gt;-Obhi rings me (information on this at the bottom of page*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2:15am&lt;/span&gt;-Obhi rings me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2:30am&lt;/span&gt;-Obhi texts me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2:45am&lt;/span&gt;-Obhi rings me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3:30am&lt;/span&gt;-Obhi texts me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I manage to get to sleep shortly after&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8:00am&lt;/span&gt;-Jo texts me and tells me to get my arse to the car park for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9:00am&lt;/span&gt;...yeah sure...no problem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8:30am&lt;/span&gt;-I wake up! I went back to bloody sleep again! I blame this ALL on Obhi as I was waking up constantly through the wee hours of the morning! I cannot turn my phone off/on silent in case there is a family crisis! And as families go, mine has it's fair share of crisis's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8:55am&lt;/span&gt;-I manage to text Jo some shit about the cat throwing up and me having to clean it, so this buys me 10 minutes (cat sick does not take this long to clean up usually I add!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9:00am&lt;/span&gt;-I trip over Bandit as I rush towards the door and head butt the wall...he ALWAYS decides to 'wind' through my legs in the morning like some stupid fucking may-pole thing, minus the ribbons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9:07am&lt;/span&gt;-I am in the car and conversation is somewhat lacking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I really want to talk to her as she talks non-stop about my father and their relationship...pah...love, seriously? Simon will be back on form in NO time and he'll be chasing everything with 2 tits and a pulse...OTHER than her. He moans about her constantly saying she's a fat cow e.t.c, which drives me mad! I don't want to fucking know alright!? I don't care if you two feed each other to death! This is actually what is happening as she weighs like 16st and he weighs 21st! He could give that guy/woman/mutant from the 'man gives birth' story a run for his/her/it's money! I just want to make sure they don't get married, do NOT have children and he gets his will sorted asap. If she even THINKS about getting pregnant there will be a bottle of vodka and an extremely hot bath waiting for her, don't think I won't do it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has 2 children of her own, spoilt little brats. They had more in a week then me and my sister had in a LIFETIME! Seriously, we had little food, not much heating or electric e.t.c, people think they have it bad...the shit we went through. Then Nan got sick, then mum got sick, then I got sick...and then life decided to get shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay...enough of the 'Uber Emo' crap! I'd better get on and do this invoice for these wankers as they request it to be typed rather than written...oh joy! Plus I MUST cut my nails as they are hindering my typing, and I need to go as fast as fuck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENJOY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PEACE AND CHICKEN GREASE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Obhi= The man from the Indian restaurant opposite! He has my number and keep ringing me! He says things like (cover you eyes NOW if your of a mild disposition) 'I'm going to f*$&amp;amp; you up the arse you dirty sexy bitch' e.t.c e.t.c, which I find to be unappealing as offers go. I will go down on Monday (as he's on holiday at the moment) to the restaurant and pan his face in!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/566327729467092620-5186587992659942667?l=katsramblesthroughlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katsramblesthroughlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5186587992659942667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=566327729467092620&amp;postID=5186587992659942667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566327729467092620/posts/default/5186587992659942667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566327729467092620/posts/default/5186587992659942667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katsramblesthroughlife.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-life-in-numberswellhours-more-like.html' title='My life in numbers...well...hours more like'/><author><name>*~Katania~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02914413150722961667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J5BO99wKywA/TwI_99Sk6YI/AAAAAAAAAGU/ymSTzhF_gEc/s220/Newme.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-566327729467092620.post-7463457612013348906</id><published>2008-07-17T23:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T23:38:50.960+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ass'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Need for Speed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Manic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Late Night'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Driving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oswestry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Late Night Postage!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6600cc;"&gt;23:05pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Boooyah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Just went for a manic drive with Sophie! She neglected to tell me she had NOT drivin in her car yet! I nearly pee'd my pants when I found out that fact!lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6600cc;"&gt;We went to see Madeley-face (Rich) and I giv'd 'im a 'ug! :D Because he's feeling down bless him, I'll try and cheer him up by letting him kick my ass at 'Need For Speed', that's the sort of friend I am! I will risk being ridiculed hugely just to make him smile. NO sparring though! I got bruised badly last time and looked liked a beaten wife!! Plus he stuck his crotch in my face in an impressive 'pin move' on the floor...I didn't tap out too soon ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#6600cc;"&gt;We then went to Oswestry and did 80mph, I had bought 2 new CD's and they were very 'road worthy' one's, proper travelling tunes!! Yay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#6600cc;"&gt;So it's late at night and I can't sleep again. Bandit, my 1yr 3months old kitten is attacking the wall behind me as I'm writing this on my laptop in bed. I swear he was dropped on his head at birth, he's fucking mental! Smokey, my british blue is curled up at my side and Sooty, Bombay cross, is in the window perving on the neighbour....speaking of which:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Is it wrong to purposefully seek out a pair of binoculars to spy at your neighbour opposite? I caught him having a 'hand shake' the other day....I think maybe....just maybe....I'm losing my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Anyway! If you wanna catch me on facebook then I'm under Katania Jane Caslin Seymour, I'm the only one of my kind so you'll ...sure have no trouble spotting me! Plus my status changes every 3 seconds...sure that's some kind of record...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Right, well...I'd better go to sleep-friday tomorrow! This means I get to go and annoy people in the Swan at Frankwell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#6600cc;"&gt;ENJOY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Peace and Chicken Grease!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#6600cc;"&gt;*~Katania~*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/566327729467092620-7463457612013348906?l=katsramblesthroughlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katsramblesthroughlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7463457612013348906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=566327729467092620&amp;postID=7463457612013348906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566327729467092620/posts/default/7463457612013348906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566327729467092620/posts/default/7463457612013348906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katsramblesthroughlife.blogspot.com/2008/07/late-night-postage.html' title='Late Night Postage!'/><author><name>*~Katania~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02914413150722961667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J5BO99wKywA/TwI_99Sk6YI/AAAAAAAAAGU/ymSTzhF_gEc/s220/Newme.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-566327729467092620.post-4862986196866639151</id><published>2008-07-17T23:01:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T12:27:59.577+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Oh pissing hell!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:courier new;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;13:15pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh pissing hell! (*Stomps feet*) why can someone who seems so intellectually sound be so...well...dumb?! Ye gods!People will have NO idea who I am talking about, but I do need to vent!(*Rubs temples*) Where to start?? Well, this year has been pretty eventful already! At the beginning of December 07, me and my partner went our separate ways (more my doing than his) as things weren't really working. It was amusing to find that he had a new girlfriend pretty much straight after our split, no grieving time? Ah well, I was pretty cruel with the separation, but I do assure you that he deserved it (not going into detail, cannot be arsed) so that was a bit of a blow then. But I went and got myself 'involved' with someone in January-not relationship-wise, just sex I think. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:courier new;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:courier new;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Although I had fancied him for a few years on and off, he was a prick though and went with my 'supposed' friend Christina, yes that fat belter. I am entitled to say that as I am cross today, she is a fat belter anyway, great huge arse on her. (Remembers the 'National Express song') 'her arse was the size of a small countrrrrrryyyyyy!' and so that was over....Anywaaay-I turned 22 in January (good 'owd Aquarius!) and had Sophie come to live with me for a few months as she had a row with her family. That was nice, although I do like my own space, she moved out a couple of months ago I think now...not too sure-I'll consult my diary when I get home.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:courier new;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:courier new;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Also, I'm pretty damn sure I am going to turn asexual, like a potato! Sex is too much frigging hassle, this is ME saying that I do appreciate, but seriously! And I hate that 'getting to know you' stage shite. And then you find out your actually nothing alike and that they annoy you, blah blah blah-relationships are overrated!I'll just stick with 'Charlie' I think! A hell of a lot safer, and no babies :p not that I can have the little fuckers anyway, OR want them!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/566327729467092620-4862986196866639151?l=katsramblesthroughlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katsramblesthroughlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4862986196866639151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=566327729467092620&amp;postID=4862986196866639151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566327729467092620/posts/default/4862986196866639151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566327729467092620/posts/default/4862986196866639151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katsramblesthroughlife.blogspot.com/2008/07/1315pmoh-pissing-hell-stomps-feet-why.html' title='Oh pissing hell!'/><author><name>*~Katania~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02914413150722961667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J5BO99wKywA/TwI_99Sk6YI/AAAAAAAAAGU/ymSTzhF_gEc/s220/Newme.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-566327729467092620.post-5341283741816739473</id><published>2008-07-17T22:59:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T12:30:51.292+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A lot of nonsence about knickers...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:courier new;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thursday (nearly Friday!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:10am&lt;br /&gt;Right okay!&lt;br /&gt;I finally GET to work at 9:30am and there's only Si here....this means I have to talk to him, which I try and avoid as he does irritate me sometimes with his prattle. Sadly, it's very hard to ignore your father-he managed to ignore me and my sister after mum threw him out all those years ago, so I'm kinda pissed I can't do the same! Guess I'm just not as ignorant.&lt;br /&gt;Had to get mum to call a Taxi, she lives in Devon and I live in Shrewsbury, I had to use that 0800 REVERSE (does the annoying voice) shitty thing which drives me nucking futs! The woman ALWAYS says, 'Because you are new to this service...' I am NOT new to the services you stupid automated dickwit! I have used you before! Surely this is an American invention! Dumbasses...so anyway, mum booked the taxi, bless her! She got all confused when they rang her back to announce they were outside mine though and I had to explain that's what they do.&lt;br /&gt;So I'm at work now, Simon has got his breathing apparatus at home...well 'Jo's,' (grimaces) as he has 'sleep apnea,' I told him MONTHS before he actually went to the doctor's that he had it, but no! Would he listen? Would anyone listen? I am a genius when it comes to health issues as I probably have them/or have had them! I'm like a walking medical dictionary...or a walking disaster! I think the latter should be a tattoo somewhere on my person, not sure where though.&lt;br /&gt;'The Corruptor,' now I want that tattoo'ed somewhere! On my knicker line would be quite funny, although it's been a while since I actually wore something resembling 'knickers' really.&lt;br /&gt;I realise I have digressed!! And in a BLOG where I cannot really digress!! Ack! My goldfish brain, damn you to hell! Any-hoof, Simon has sleep apnea (which I told him he had, yadda yadda) and he now has this Darth Vader-esque mask to go on his face at night! (Shivers and starts to sweat) Now, those of you that know me well will know that I HATE Darth Vader! He scares the absolute shite out of me! I realise that a lot of you are nodding and also adding, 'Kat...everything scares you!' so what I'm going to do is make a list of the things that scare me! I want to see if anyone's as fuck-um-'different' as me! So that's what the next post will be!&lt;br /&gt;Right, better do some shitting artwork for some shitty customer now, also doing the 'phones' today (I say phone's' but there is actually only one, so that would be singular...but I'll leave it as the plural-because I bloody well want to!)&lt;br /&gt;Peace and Chick Grease!&lt;br /&gt;*~Kat~*&lt;br /&gt;xxx&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/566327729467092620-5341283741816739473?l=katsramblesthroughlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katsramblesthroughlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5341283741816739473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=566327729467092620&amp;postID=5341283741816739473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566327729467092620/posts/default/5341283741816739473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566327729467092620/posts/default/5341283741816739473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katsramblesthroughlife.blogspot.com/2008/07/thursday-nearly-friday-1010am-right.html' title='A lot of nonsence about knickers...'/><author><name>*~Katania~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02914413150722961667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J5BO99wKywA/TwI_99Sk6YI/AAAAAAAAAGU/ymSTzhF_gEc/s220/Newme.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-566327729467092620.post-8127556115822100116</id><published>2008-07-17T22:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T22:58:22.469+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='First post'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crap'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sneezing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wee'/><title type='text'>First Post! Booyah :P</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sub: You cannot sneeze and wee at the same time...&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that? I have been trying to few several weeks now! Yes, WEEKS I said...I am sad, you are right :S but think about it, if someone says 'you can't' d something, you bloody well want to prove them wrong! Unfortunately there are side affects from trying to sneeze and wee at the same time:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You pee a LOT if you are like me and have hay fever :S&lt;br /&gt;You have to try and hold the urge to sneeze until you find a toilet so you can make sure the experiment continues!&lt;br /&gt;You look like a twat when trying to do this in the toilet, I appreciate that people can't *see* you...but it's the principal of the thing!&lt;br /&gt;Every time you go to the toilet when sneezing it sounds like you are snorting coke, I have *no* idea what it sounds like I hasten to add!&lt;br /&gt;People think you are secretly on drugs. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about it really, I'll come up with some more!&lt;br /&gt;I'll write more later on as I'm leaving work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katania/Kat/KrazyKat/ScabbyKat/Shinonbiyoru/Shin/Seymour-Hoof/SMH/Hoofer/Da Scab.&lt;br /&gt;Peace and chicken grease!&lt;br /&gt;xxx&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/566327729467092620-8127556115822100116?l=katsramblesthroughlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katsramblesthroughlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8127556115822100116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=566327729467092620&amp;postID=8127556115822100116' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566327729467092620/posts/default/8127556115822100116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566327729467092620/posts/default/8127556115822100116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katsramblesthroughlife.blogspot.com/2008/07/first-post-booyah-p.html' title='First Post! 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