2002

The year of the horse is supposedly galloping in. If you asked me, that's one sickly horse and I pity the sucker who paid good money for this.

It's 4 over months down the rocky roads of the new year, and well Kat hasn't really bumped into any man eating monsters... yet. And it really is high time for an update on the introduction to this  rant laden site.

Kat's not 'just turned 20 anymore', although you'll find her still very much stuck in that phase &mdash an obvious sign of age denial. It's her 3rd or so month at her 'new' job and as you can see, it's left her not being able to say much. Pretty much speaks for itself there.

Furniture still have the tendency to fly about in the house, nothing much has changed in that aspect, volatile as the middle east peace agreement. And looks to stay that way whether or not the cows ever decide to come home.

As for the welsh boyo at Principality House... recalling the bloke's name alone is a problem let alone think about him. And no,  juicy in between the sheets glamourama-drama are still not in existence, so don't give up your day contract with hollyoaks and east enders. By looks of things (and male species in existence) Kat might actually pull off her resolution to stay in singles-ville for the year.

Even though Kat doesn't come up with a complain every day it doesn't mean drama isn't unfolding as we speak! So hang on to your seat folks, and tune in same time next week for the Adventures of Whing-er Kat!

And as per usual, Kat recommends you to leave your rantings in the guestbook.

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She's finally turned 21. The grey in her hair continues to multiply like rabbits amongst other things ('cept for the coinage). Drama is still prevalent in her everyday life even though she has successfully (maybe not), lived away from home for a good 2 months after being removed from the comfort of her trash laden room. 

Buckets of blood, sweat and tears later, Kat is still fighting the same war - with a change in tactics. She now applies the 'agonise the enemy with silence' tactic as well as the popular 'pretend you don't know/care jack'. 

Meanwhile, she's moved out of singles-ville. Causing mayhem to the new years resolution she made early this year (not that it made sense to start with). And as much as she'd like to pop the juicy bits, her brains say that they're best left where they belong - between the sheets. 

Glamourama-drama or not, she's still got the whinge in her. So stay tuned, because you might never know when she'll get evicted again. 

And if you've not done it already, sign the guest book, 2nd rounds welcomed.

 

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