Kate’s allegedly a human (although increasingly right-wing bigots would say otherwise). She’s definitely not a vampire, despite what some other people claim. She’s also mostly built out of spite and overcoming oppositional-sexism, racism, and other random bullshit.
So she’s either a human or a lizard in disguise sent to destroy all of humanity.
Either way, she’s here to reassure that it’s all fine.
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Har-dy bloody Ha Ha.
So I know I love snow, but for it to snow the night that my car is in for work; meaning that the first day I ride the motorbike I have to ride through snow; that’s taking the piss.
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Sometimes I feel insanely lonely. I miss having someone to love…
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C’est la [fracking cold] vie.
My beloved mog did not, in fact, pass her MOT today. She failed on 2 points – one: the handbrake managed an astonishing 6% efficiency. 6. The word ‘pathetic’ is perhaps one that we could bandy about, were we the kind of people to be bandying words about with reckless abandon. Sadly, she also failed…
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Making yourself feel homesick for Canada…
So… it’s cold here. Not really Canadian cold, but cold. Bitter, is the way that Naomi described it. I travelled to work listening to AM’s Underground (aaah, those TTC Chimes); I’ve got home (it’s cold, really bloody cold), read Torontoist and now I’m watching Holmes on Homes. It’s still really good… I’ve also been watching…
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Meh
So, I should be relaxing, watching The L Word after having a really good, successful party at my place. Whilst the latter part is true, windows is being phenominally annoying. Whilst my little Mac sits upstairs happily being very mac-y, and my 2000 based laptop works fairly well with the old wireless, my lounge PC…
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’tis the end of another week
And I’ve got my ‘zed back; well, one of ’em. Cherry (or ‘the red one’) is back outside my house, covered by a tarpaulin (sp.). She’s not a happy bike, with a top speed of 100km/h; Dave reckons I should change the base gasket again, but the whole tedium of the job fills me with…
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Another day of painting and music
So, the door frame by the front door is now painted in undercoat. Hopefully I can throw a couple of nice coats of white gloss on, so for the party I can throw the door back on quickly. It won’t shut, but it gets it out the way. Then it can stay on until I’ve…
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Sometimes things talk to me
Sometimes the house talks to me; it tells me tales of it’s youth in an austere post-war Britain; it talks to me about the excitement of the 70s. Today it told me about it’s childhood; new and shiny, exciting, people moving into a new house, and it showed me something more of what it used…
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At the end of the road
I’ve never lived at the end of the street; well; my parents house is, but it’s an odd end of the street – it’s a junction, with houses all around. Well, stables and houses. The only time I’ve ever been in a house that’s at the end of the street was staying with Kara –…
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100% Dumbass
For the *third* time since I got this job I’ve got my shifts wrong; always with the turning up for an early when I’m not actually on. Today I went for turning up for an early after sleeping really badly – and I’m not on duty today at all. For frack’s sake. Why?! I did…