*slinks into room, drops blog post on table, sprints to nearest exit*

Hello. It me. Your friendly neighbourhood Kates.

me rn

Welcome back to this severely neglected blog. I didn’t mean to treat it so badly. I’ve been lazy over the past few months, but no longer! It’s time to revive this poor, half-dead beast to its former glory. Granted, its former glory is basically the equivalent of a tame little kitten who just wants to be loved, not at all comparable to a fully grown leopard out hunting shit and being a total bad-ass.

Oh well, kittens are great in their own right. I would know. I HAVE TWO OF THE LITTLE HECKERS NOW. They are just pure sunshine and happiness and rainbows and sometimes bathtub poopers but mostly love and joy and hilarity but also tiny, little psychos with teeth and claws like needles.

I love them.


Look at them. How in the holy heck are they so adorable?

If anyone has any kittens or cats or any other animals to share, please, I beg of you, post a pic in the comments (if WordPress comments allow pics, I’m not sure if they do, I guess we’ll find out). Honestly, you will make my night (along with many other peoples nights) a sight better than they were pre-animal pics.

Okay, now that’s out of the way, let’s talk some real shit.

What has happened since the last time I posted here…?

Number 1 – KITTENS! Ha, you thought we were done with those two little bebs? Well, have I got news for you. We’ll never be done. They are my life now. They’ll probably cop a mention in every blog post that follows this. Sorry about that. I’m not sorry about that.

Number 2 – The bf has moved in. Quite the traumatic event, tbh. Not sure I’ll ever fully recover *cue violins as I thousand-yard stare my way into oblivion*.

That’s a lie. It’s actually fantastic. No more travelling between two houses. Our lives are much easier to plan with more time for things other than packing, commuting and unpacking.

Also, I get to live with the funniest person in existence. I mean, I was doing that anyway when I was living by myself. Now the bf gets to experience it as well. He’s so lucky.

In all seriousness though, the guy is wonderful.

While living together and having to make actual adult decisions together has been challenging at times, we always manage to come away relatively unscathed. It’s really nice and I think we’ll be just fine.

I mean, we’re getting our ears professionally cleaned as a Valentine’s Day gift to each other. If that doesn’t say, “I love you, you complete fucking freak of nature” then I don’t know what does, to be honest.

Number 3 – I started writing a short story. I found some of my old high school junk on an ancient USB over the Christmas break.

In amongst the sick collection of desktop games (The Impossible Quiz and Copter being the standouts), music and cringey af photos I’d collected between 2006 – 2010 was Word document with five different short story plot outlines listed.

The first four were actual garbage but the fifth was decent. Like, decent enough for me to question whether sixteen year old me had actually birthed the thing myself.

So, maybe I’ll finish that at some point and share it with you all. If you behave yourselves. And eat your vegetables. And slip, slop, slap. And keep to the fucking left when you’re walking down the footpath. Maybe then, I’ll share.

In the meantime, here are some photos from the oldest USB in history, Revel.

Easter bonnet parade circa 1999 with two of my very best friends.
“Actual Trash Bag, 2010 (colourised)”
Samuel, the great. Judging me harshly for that previous selfie, no doubt. I miss him.

On that note, I’m outties. I should be back with you all shortly, but who can say for sure? Treat ’em mean, keep ’em keen. That’s a thing, right?

Catch you later,


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