Kathryn’s Blog

I have come to the conclusion that my place of work has decided to secretly enforce an exercise regime. This is being done in two ways – malfunctioning lifts and repeated fire alarms. Now I work on the 11thfloor (there are 21) and I’m gonna wait for a lift to take me up regardless of how long it takes, but for a fire alarm we have to walk down the stairs. I reckon I must of been out 10 times since I started in July 03. Only 2 of these were actually fire related! The rest were drills, malfunctions and once someone deliberately /accidentally hit the alarm. So the bell rings and we all dutifully trot out and down the many many stairs and across the road to city hall. A nice little work out!

Rejoice! I finally got my Dishwalla album from Amazon . They don’t have any lyrics in it though .

And finally…...
Today I shall be painting my nails – this colour



In case you can’t tell it’s a bright, metallic pink colour

When I came here there was more.
Now I’ve come back to destroy,
And I’ve got nothing left,
And it’s a shame what we’ve become,
When we hurt the ones we love,
And it’s a place I can not go,
Anymore.

When we collide we lose ourselves.
When we collide we break in two,
And as we push and we shove and we hurt the ones we love,
It’s a hard mistake.
When we collide,
We break.

When the cold comes crashing down,
And the fight lost what it’s about.
I could tell that you’d left.
It’s a shame what we’ve become,
When we hurt the ones we love.
It’s a place I can not go,
Anymore.

When we collide we lose ourselves.
When we collide we break in two,
And as we push and we shove and we hurt the ones we love,
It’s a hard mistake.
When we collide,
When we collide.

It’s a hard mistake,
When we collide.

It’s a mistake,
When we collide we lose ourselves,
When we collide we break in two,
And as we push and we shove and we hurt the ones we love,
It’s a hard mistake,
When we collide,
When we collide.

It’s a hard mistake,
When we collide, we break,
We break