Kathryn’s Blog

Pointless, odd, ramblings

August 27th, 2006

you totally do!

LOTR

August 26th, 2006

Not so cryptic rants

What is it with people and not being able to follow simple instructions? At work they’re wanting to change the tests for getting promoted to my grade so they wanted people at my grade to try them out and asked me (among many others). The letter clearly stated to bring a pencil, sharpener and eraser – you wouldn’t believe how many didn’t! I mean WTF?! It also said be there at 9.30 some folks dandered in 10 minutes later. You got a 15 minute break, be back at 20 past , some back at nearly half. I mean how hard is it?!

I’ve also become increasingly annoyed at the shallowness of society. I_don’t_want_to_dress_up! I don’t like it, I don’t feel comfortable. I like dressing sloppily. I don’t wear make up and I don’t really want to wear make up. I’m not interested in personal appearance – as long as I’m clean and relatively spot free. My mum keeps whining about “making an effort”-f-u-c-k o-f-f! I’m happy as I am. You constantly see those magazines and tabloid newspapers commenting on what celebrities are wearing, how thin they are, how fat they are. Then they wonder why so many people have eating disorders! Hah! People constantly judge you on what you wear – christ I’m guilty of it myself and it’s ridiculous, completely ridiculous the only reason we started wearing clothes in the first place was that it was too damned cold not to!

On more fun news – off for pizza and bowling tonight! No I’m not 12 :P

August 22nd, 2006

Dear Mr President - Pink

Dear Mr. President
Come take a walk with me
Let’s pretend we’re just two people and
You’re not better than me
I’d like to ask you some questions if we can speak honestly

What do you feel when you see all the homeless on the street
Who do you pray for at night before you go to sleep
What do you feel when you look in the mirror
Are you proud

How do you sleep while the rest of us cry
How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye
How do you walk with your head held high
Can you even look me in the eye
And tell me why

Dear Mr. President
Were you a lonely boy
Are you a lonely boy
Are you a lonely boy
How can you say
No child is left behind
We’re not dumb and we’re not blind
They’re all sitting in your cells
While you pave the road to hell

What kind of father would take his own daughter’s rights away
And what kind of father might hate his own daughter if she were gay
I can only imagine what the first lady has to say
You’ve come a long way from whiskey and cocaine

How do you sleep while the rest of us cry
How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye
How do you walk with your head held high
Can you even look me in the eye

Let me tell you bout hard work
Minimum wage with a baby on the way
Let me tell you bout hard work
Rebuilding your house after the bombs took them away
Let me tell you bout hard work
Building a bed out of a cardboard box
Let me tell you bout hard work
Hard work
Hard work
You don’t know nothing bout hard work
Hard work
Hard work
Oh

How do you sleep at night
How do you walk with your head held high
Dear Mr. President
You’d never take a walk with me
Would you

August 17th, 2006
August 4th, 2006

Scientology….

is a really really creepy cult.

http://theunfunnytruth.ytmnd.com/(warning graphic images)

August 3rd, 2006
August 3rd, 2006

Just while I’m here

Been a while!

Folks are off on holiday – I’m all by self and just totally self involved doing my own thing.

Went to the dentist the other week. Apparently my enamel is erroding and I’ve been given some prescription toothpaste…did you ever hear of that?! It’s not helping with my sensitive tooth though :(