Please review the following experience and let me know whether you’re in agreeance that my idiot brain should be put down.
You’ll be pleased to learn that I haven’t, in fact, disappeared off the face of the Earth. I’ve just recently been consumed by my bi-annual hiatus from this blog. You know how it goes. I’m the worst. We’re all well aware of this by now.
So, after an extended (and much needed) break, your friendly neighbourhood Kates is back, and you’d damn well better be #praying for her.Continue reading “tl;dr Happy New Year & Stuff”
Friends, I’m in need of some advice.
What do you do when you find yourself sitting in front of the TV every weekend, thinking about how you wished you’d get out and about more, then settling straight in for another 8 hours of the latest true crime doco series?
Winter. The bane of my existence. It is almost upon us and I am far from prepared.
Let’s quickly delve into a few reasons (there are so, so many) as to why I feel like Thanos really dicked things up by not including this foul season in his ‘sit down, be humble snap’.
I turned 26 this week.
My little sister turns 23 this year.
My 5 year old nephew is almost taller than me.
In 4 years I’ll be 30.
I think I’m having a quarter life crisis.
Hello. It me. Your friendly neighbourhood Kates.
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.
Except when it doesn’t.
See below a blow by blow account of a winery tour the bf and I embarked on whilst gallivanting around Adelaide a while back.
I’ve posted this on Facebook in the past so if you’ve already read it, more power to you. If not, buckle up. You’re in for a wild, alcohol fueled journey through Adelaide’s wine region.
Oh, before you read any further, you should know that neither the bf or myself are avid wine drinkers. This tour was booked on a whim and we were flailing about trying to be prim and proper, upstanding members of society the whole time, to fit in with the crowd. We failed. Miserably. But it’s the thought that counts, right?
Anyway, without further ado, let the tour begin…
In the kitchen justice system, dishwasher based offenses are considered especially heinous.
In Sydney, Australia, the dedicated detectives who investigate these vicious felonies are members of an elite squad known as the Special Kitchens Unit. These are their stories.
Welcome to the third installment of this blog. There will be many gifs. Prepare thyself.
Today we’ve been graced with some minor precipitation. It’s been raining and, true to form, I just slipped on the lip of the gutter as I stepped out to cross the road.
Welcome to my humble abode. Come in. Make yourself at home.
I’ll put the kettle on. We may be here a while.
What you’ll see below is my attempt at an introductory blog post. It’ll probably get weird. But whatever. That’s likely why you’re here. Continue reading “An Introduction of Sorts”