I'm Kat. I'm 22. I'm crap at writing profiles..
I am more than a little into my photography, and get paid to hit buttons in a high street photographic lab. Worst thing you could do to me would be to keep me away from cameras and computers. Pet hate is sexist twats who believe girls can't know anything about technology - so you can imagine how often I have to bite my tongue working in a camera shop.
My dream is to set up a dark room and learn to develop colour/slide film properly.
Things that amuse me..
*cats (there's a reason two of my tattoos are cat themed)
*piercings (it's become addictive)
*cameras (now there's a suprise)
*talking about random stuff at 3am
*getting dressed up and not caring what others think
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|Wish I'd never started||2006-09-08 03:00:04 ET|
So I thought, I know what'd be a really good idea.. I'll totally empty my wardrobes out and my makeup collection and have a really good clear out, and get everything organised. This is now going to take forever to sort out.. why on earth did I start this?
|Why me?||2006-09-06 09:15:02 ET|
How is it I attract the loonies? Do I have a sign over my head? Give off some weird scent? (I shower dammit!)
At my mates 21st on Saturday one of my friends had far too much too drink and ended up throwing up in the pub loos. So of course I had to go check she was ok.. admittedly it took me 10 minutes to get over to the loo (you try walking fast in 6 inch heels when you are tipsy and your feet hurt).
So while I'm making sure she's ok a guy I know walks into the (ladies) loos. And I, unsuprisingly, tell him to get out. And he gets all offended and storms out.
I find out the next day, the reason he stormed off was because he actually thought I'd gone into the loos alone, and had decided to take the opportunity to try it on with me.
This guy is.. well, not my type, at all. He's sleazy, and thinks he's irresistable. He was down the pub Sunday and was going on and on.. "Why don't you fancy me? Why wont you sleep with me?" and my favourite "what do I have to do to bone you?"
This is a bloke who in an earlier conversation said "I'm really shallow about sex", so when he asked why I wouldn't sleep with him, I told him that was one reason. So he said "oh I was lying, I always lie, never believe anything I say, except for now, I'm not lying now"
He's one of those idiots who think they are really deep and meaningful, they think they can psychoanalyze you. He wound me up so much on Sunday I had to walk away, either that or I'd have chucked his drink over him. And I didn't want to do that, I like the barman at the pub, and he'd have had to clean it up.
|Party!!||2006-09-02 01:35:49 ET|
Now to run round like a maniac gettingthings ready for my mates 21st, got to go get nails and stuff done.
|Please stop me||2006-08-24 10:47:11 ET|
I should not get into arguments about religion. Ever.
Currently arguing with an atheist who argument so far is "I'm right, you're wrong". And yeah, that's about it. But with bigger words.
She's totally unable to see any other point of view.
She believes that as I believe in something and she believes in nothing, that cancels out it being a belief on her part and becomes a fact. And if you can follow that logic, you're doing better than me.
I should stop debating it with her, but I can't.. I just can't..
|London is safe.. honestly||2006-08-21 03:16:41 ET|
Heehee, on the news they have two articles. One has the head of police (?) saying that Londoners are happy to leave their front doors open as crime has dropped. The other says the a huge percentage of home owners are willing to use knives on intruders on their home, and has a bloke saying "always lock your front door".
We're not quite sure which planet the head of the police is actually living on..