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basically.


x Kathyn. aka Kat
x 16 years young
x aussie


a little more.

x leavers Oh.Nine.
x under the name of "supersnail".
x ..music.. addict.
x i talk to myself in italian (which is cool).
x learning to drive.
x speaking my mind occurs often. usually in the form of this blog.
x big blusher.
x me and my over-active imagination.
x loves food.
x and photography.
x band geek with my cool sax.
x incredibly gullable and naive.
x number plates interest me.
x books have overtaken my room.
x romantic in both meanings of the word.
wish list.

x a LBD
x new pair of shorts
x a car



reading.


Pride & Prejudice -- Jane Austen



The Definitve Book of Body Language -- Allan and Barbara Pease


history.

May 2007
September 2007
October 2007
November 2007
December 2007
February 2008
March 2008
April 2008
May 2008
June 2008
July 2008
August 2008
September 2008
October 2008
November 2008
December 2008
January 2009
February 2009
March 2009
April 2009


credits.

Designer
Image

When your head isn't in the right state...

Saturday, 3 January 2009

You start having strange thoughts.

Just like being high.

Except I'm not. Just had a little too many pain killers (not on purpose). I'm not an addict... I just don't like being in pain.

Anyway... these weird thoughts.

Having great, sensitive male friends is good. Yet horrible at the same time.

It makes you have a twisted sense of reality. It fools you into a false sense of security as you begin to think that all guys are as nice to you. Not true. Maybe my dude friends have been around girls long enough to know how to treat them well. I don't know.

But a note to all guys out there: I don't care if you actually don't give a flying rat about mundane things in us girls' lives such as what we did today or what we ate for lunch, but you know, girls like it when you show interest and ask her questions. Even if you don't really care about, just pretend you do. We'll love you for that.

5:12 pm