Kate

Haha!

So, I really enjoy when randomn screennames that you haven't associated with in at least two years IM you...let the hilarity ensue!  Oh, goodness... coolchicko420n..:(3:48:43 PM): stupid fuc...
Posted by Kate on Tue, 17 Apr 2007 01:23:00 PST

While eating honey-bunches-of-oats, this came about.

I want to learn a brand new languageto tell you "I love you" in a foreign tongue Or maybe deliver my affectionsin some kind of clever pun Perhaps bake you a cakefilled with my sentiments But then, wha...
Posted by Kate on Wed, 04 Apr 2007 07:43:00 PST

The risks of kissing at red lights.

I don't really know why I'm writing, but I figured it was of utmost importance to inform the Myspace population that my birthday is in a mere twelve days!  I don't think I've ever been so excited...
Posted by Kate on Sat, 24 Mar 2007 09:57:00 PST

Es ist egal.

1.Do you shave? Yes. 2.What do you shave? Places that should be shaved. 3.Why? Because hair belongs strictly on your scalp. 4.What colour is your razor? It's a blue Venus. 5.What size is your bed? Tw...
Posted by Kate on Thu, 01 Mar 2007 01:49:00 PST

Goddamn animal-you better watch where you step.

This is just some more randomn nonsense I feel like pondering out loud...or rather, in blog form.  First of all, why in the fuck would any girl in her right mind attend a party clad in only her ...
Posted by Kate on Sat, 24 Feb 2007 09:09:00 PST

If looks could really kill, then my profession would be starring.

Mystery Person Survey! Instructions: Write about 10 people, and see if they can figure out if they are in here, and who they are. Write in random order, not starting with your best friend; make it har...
Posted by Kate on Wed, 07 Feb 2007 02:18:00 PST

"This is Bob. Bob has bitch tits."

Another "Fight Club" reference, from the master of procrastination. I come baring updates for all you kids!  So brace your bad-selves! So, to begin with, waffles (by which I mean Eggos, the world...
Posted by Kate on Tue, 06 Feb 2007 04:56:00 PST

The little scratch on the roof of your mouth that would heal if only you could stop tonguing it

I was blank paperunscathed by the dedicated hands of an artistand I waited for him to complete me.He accepted the taskknowing that my surface was bareand that he would need to do some searchingto find...
Posted by Kate on Fri, 26 Jan 2007 12:57:00 PST

You try me, son.

This pen's stuck to my hand like some kind of tumor.Before my God left me,He chuckled in good humor,"Child don't you know,two wrongs don't make a right."You know, I've never been too good with numbers...
Posted by Kate on Thu, 18 Jan 2007 01:48:00 PST

"So I said to him, 'go fuck yourself to death.'"

Yes folks, I am throwing myself out there- but with good reason.  I'm feeling very vulnerable and I'm sure half of the readers will be clapping in rejoice.  Here goes nothing. The Background...
Posted by Kate on Fri, 29 Dec 2006 08:09:00 PST