Katie Bomb!

1. Which bands/artists do you own the most albums by?
Danzig/ Converge/ Deftones/ Integrity/ Nirvana

2. What was the last song you listened to?
Going Down To Die- Danzig

3. What's in your CD player right now?
A Senile Animal- The Melvins

4. What was the last show you attended?
Agnostic Front

5. What was the greatest show you've ever been to?
Danzig Last September (Duh!)

6. What's the worst show you've ever been to?
I go to so many shows that it's really hard to keep count.

7. What's the most musically involved you have ever been?
I used to put on shows, and wrote for two music based magazines.

8. What show are you looking forward to?
Mindsnare and My Birthday show.

10. What is your favorite band shirt?
Too Fast For Love, Hands down! I looked for that shirt for so long!

11. What musician would you like to hang out with for a day?
Glenn Danzig or Johnny Cash.
I'd also really like to meet Gene Simmons. But someone I think would be the best company is Kathleen Hanna.

12. Who is one musician or group you wish would make a comeback?
I don't know. Most bands don't make good comebacks... they had a particular time which was their "best" and after that things tend to go downhill.
I like to remember bands like Motley Crue, The Ramones, The Misfits and KISS for what they were, not what they've become.


13. Who is one band/artist you've never seen live but always wanted to?
The Misfits, original line up with Danzig.
Technically I have seen this, but it would have been nice to see them circa. 1982- 3 with Jerry Only, before he became a talentless money grubbing whore.

14. Name 4 or MORE flawless albums:
Danzig- Danzig
Anthology- The Ramones
Meat Is Murder- The Smiths
Nevermind- Nirvana

15. How many music related videos/DVDs do you own?
About 15- 20?

16. How many concerts/shows have you been to, total?
Too many to count, but on average I'd say about one show a week since I was 13.

17. Who have you seen the most live?
Hmm that's an interesting question. Probably Hard Luck.

18. What is your favorite movie soundtrack?
Dazed and Confused/ The Devil's Rejects/ Pulp Fiction

19. What was your last musical "phase" before you wisened up?
I'm not sure. I go through a lot of musical phases, as does everybody.
When I was really young I did the grunge/ dirty punk rock thing.
When I was a teenager I was very metal based.
Then there was Hardcore, and now I'm going through an 80's Punk and Hair Metal thing (but let's be honest, I never stopped liking Hair Metal haha.)
But I wouldn't call it "Wisening Up" because I still enjoy all of this music.

20. What's your "guilty pleasure" that you hate to admit to liking?
I don't know why, but I love Panic! At The Disco.

She's a little lost girl in her own little world
She looks so happy but she seems so sad

She's a little lost girl in her own little world
I'd like to help her I'd like to try

She talks to birds she talks to angels
she talks to trees she talks to bees
She don't talk to me
Talks to the rainbows and to the seas
she talks to the trees
She don't talk to me
Don't talk to me

You know she drives me outta my mind
You know she drives me outta my head

She talks to birds ...

She's a little lost girl in her own little world
She looks so happy but she seems so sad
ah ah oh yea oh oh oh yea
She's a little lost girl in her own little world
I'd like to help her I'd like to try




This is pretty much how everyone close to me thinks of me...right now.
Bare with me.

Sah Nah Sa, Sah Nah Sa, Sah Nah Sa- Sa, Sah Nah Sa

I am making a Live Journal comeback; Because Live Journal is far superior to Myspace.

I don't really have anything to say.
Hi Cassie!

I suddenly feel the need to vomit my feelings in live journal.
I feel too much today.

I was meant to do so much today, and did nothing.
Why do I find it so hard to do the simplest things?

I am currently reading the Satanic bible, don't get me wrong, I'm no Devil worshiper, but i have read a lot of books on religion and have a particular interest in Catholicism and Christianity even if it's not what I personally believe. I thought it only fair to read the other side.
It is shocking how sane it actually is.
It unveils the far truths of ridiculous exaggerations such as the black mass, the damnation of hell, sacrifice and sex.
I mean I don't necessarily believe it because i believe that it shares the same validity as most other religions, but i can't deny that it makes a lot of sense and has provoked my brain to work overtime trying to figure it all out.

The religion is based on indulgence (not compulsion) and the human carnal desires. For example it talks about how the seven deadly sins as written in the Christian bible are seven things profoundly human and therefor humans are unable to avoid these "sins" which is in fact what keeps the Christian religion thriving, all with one simple human emotion- guilt.
Satanists believe that these seven carnal desires are actually things to be celebrated and accepted as a part of human nature and are in fact what helps humans survive.

It also explores the harsh truth that there is no God watching every little thing you do, and he certainly doesn't concern himself with every little thing happening to each human.
And that God created the earth but it is actually the Devil who watches over it as he is the God of flesh, where as "God" is the God of Spirit.

And last of all, that death is not "God's will" and in fact no one goes to Heaven. That people just die, it's life and their soul neither travels to heaven or hell, but occasionally their ego will hang around on earth.
And the most interesting point, that life is the great indulgence and death is the great abstinence. So live your life with as much life as you can and enjoy every day like it's your last because this is the only opportunity you will have to do it.

It's pretty interesting.

Aside from that I have been buying records, sleeping and not much else.
I need to get my shit together.

Vegetarian Laksa

Ingredients

2 Tbsp Olive oil
1 large onion cut into wedges
1 large carrot sliced thinly
1 ear corn - remove corn from husk
1 chilli de-seeded and chopped
2 cloves garlic sliced
1 piece raw ginger sliced
1/2 cup Mirin
900 ml stock
1 can coconut milk
1 cup snowpeas cut into 2cm pieces
1 pack rice noodles
2 bunches bok choy washed and roughly sliced
200 gms firm tofu in 1 cm cubes


Instructions
Place the onion in a large cooking pot and fry lightly in olive oil with garlic, ginger and chilli (about 2 mins over medium heat). Add the stock, the Mirin (available from an Asian deli) and the coconut milk. Bring to the boil and simmer for 20 mins.

Add the carrot and corn and cook for another 5 minutes. Then add the rice noodles and snow peas and cook for another couple of minutes.

Finally add the tofu and bok choy and cook for a final 2 or 3 minutes. Serve hot or cold. It's delicious both ways.

So Morgan came over last week and I mentioned that I was going to buy a record player the next day and he told me not to and that he would give me one that he had spare and I could pay him whenever, which was great news because I have some hefty car fines to pay which are overdue.
So I have tried to organize a time to pick up the record player a couple of times and he has avoided it.
I wish he would just tell me if he has changed his mind so i can just go buy one.

So anyway Paddy went to Sydney today and I have given him a list of records to look for, for me. I doubt he'll find any but it is always worth keeping an eye out.

Then I was talking to Nate tonight about collecting records and he told me about some sites to check pricing etc.
I went to sleep at about 12, now its 4am and i just woke up from having a dream about records haha.
It was weird because the dream was purely about buying records and bringing them home and listening to them... i was literally playing the music in my head. It was strangely vivid. How weird is that?

Must be all the record talk of late.

It's funny how much people change.
It's funny how people change to win the pride and worth of others.
It's funny how people manipulate themselves into thinking that they changed for themselves.
I am guilty of this. We are all guilty of this.

This current world I am living in is not just like a high school clique. It's worse than a high school clique, because you no longer have ignorance or immaturity to blame. Eventually it stops being "immature" and starts becoming " emotionally retarded", "grim hearted" and all fingers start pointing to you being a bad human being.

The one thing that has aways shocked me the most is how blissfully unaware most people are, how much denial they are living in and their unwillingness to change.
I am constantly changing, growing, evolving.
Without it I fear that I am already dead.

I don't overcome drug addiction, sexual abuse trauma and insecurity just because that is what I am suppose to do, I do it because I feel that growing from pain is my only reason for living.
Every day I want to be a better person than I was the day before.
I want to evolve into something better than this.

Oh yes, this is my life.
This is everything you wanted to know about me and more.

Grim Heart/ Black Rose- Converge
when i see me in your eyes
i just want to go blind
when i build coffin worlds with words
i just want a place to hide
when old ghosts meet new regrets
my daylight fades to grey
when our days bring guilt and shame
my heart turns black
these are my tombs
painted black and blue
these are my tombs painted
just for you
goodnight
goodnight dear
goodbye
black rose
be my light
in the darkness of nights
be my heart

Close to you- Little Birdy
O take me home
Don't give up on me
My selfish heart is alone tonight
Wait they say you always get your way
True love aint doing me no good
I wanna let somebody out
And I need you now more than ever
And I need you now for me

I wanna be close to you when everybody's gone
I wanna be close to you when everybody's gone

Wait they say you always get your way
True love aint doing me no good
I wanna let somebody out
And I need you now more than ever
And I need you now for me

I wanna be close to you when everybody's gone

The Patient- Tool
A groan of tedium escapes me, startling the fearful.
Is this a test?
It has to be. Otherwise I can't go on
Draining patience, drain vitality,
this paranoid, paralyzed vampire act's a little old

But I'm still right here, giving blood, keeping faith. And I'm still right here
But I'm still right here, giving blood, keeping faith. And I'm still right here

I'm gonna wait it out

If there were no rewards to reap,
loving embrace to see me through,
this tedious path I've chosen here,
I certainly would've walked away by now

I'm gonna wait it out

If there were no desire to heal,
The damaged and broken met along,
this tedious path I've chosen here,
I certainly would've walked away by now

And I still may. And I still may

Be patient

I must keep reminding myself of this...

If there were no rewards to reap,
loving embrace to see me through,
this tedious path I've chosen here,
I certainly would've walked away by now
And I still may
And I...

Gonna wait it out
Gonna wait it out
Gonna wait it out
Gonna wait it out

It was fear of myself that made me odd- Aexisonfire
(Breathe in all the air)

Spinning, arms spread
Crushing the tops of mountains
With my hands
As I dive in to the Pacific
I flood the shorelines
And I exhale
Causing the oceans' endless waves
As I emerge
Shaking the wreckage from my hair
With my hands

I want to breathe
Life into the Dead Sea

As this rain forest
Falls beneath my knees
I want to breathe
Life into the Dead Sea

Below, where is your boat?
You are slow, you are slow

I will play until the sky is black (You...)
Breathe in all the air
Exhale and choke the land with carbon (...are so slow, slow)
Burn it all
Looking down
From where I stand
I can see the curvature of the Earth
And I want to make it flat

I will play, the sky is black
I will play, the sky is black

To be treated- Terry Reid
Oh we are what we are when in danger
And we are as we stand head in hand
When a friend brings to light
On a cold silver knife
You can stare your fate right into his hands

Oh we are what we are when we'll name to
Be the soul-owning guardians of lands
And there's always advice
On a cold winter's night
That your dreams are just an island in the sand
Way out in the sand

Don't it seem so strange
How it just don't change
Things just stay the same
As they've always been
Some of us are out to win
And some others are out just to aim

Oh we are what we are when we're praying
In our own way of seeking some light
May the mission bell still ring
Of the colorful dreams
In the faith that everyone will be treated right

The Widow- The Mars Volta
He's got fasting black lungs
Made of clove splintered shardes
They're the kind that will talk
Through a weezing of coughs

And I hear him every night
In every pore
And every time he just makes me warm

Freeze without an answer
Free from all the shame
Must I hide?
Cause I'll never
Never sleep alone

Look at how they flock to him
From an isle of open sores
He knows that the taste is such
Such to die for

And I hear him every night
On every street
The scales that do slither
Deliver me from…

Freeze without an answer
Free from all the shame
Then I'll hide
Cause I'll never
Never sleep alone

Oh lord
Said I'm bloodshot for sure
Pale runs the ghost
Swollen on the shore

Everynight
in every pore
The scales that do slither
Deliver me from…

Freeze without an answer
Free from all the shame
Then I'll hide
Cause I'll never
Never sleep alone

Freeze without an answer
Free from all the shame
Let me die
Cause I'll never
Never sleep alone

Message to God- Little Birdy
I'm losing track of everything
I haven't lost my mind
I go along with you
I take it all away
But baby let me float along to the place where I was born
I'm only holding grace
Its just a crying game that you take

Oh with you
Oh with you

Wont somebody please write a message to god

So won't you come and walk with me
Take me down by the shore
Deep among the sharks
There's a song I know you sing
But you live you're life alone
You live it so you grow
There's little time to grasp
I'm not the one you want so I go

Wont somebody please write a message to god
Wont somebody please write a message to god

Today I feel like the
World is gonna end
The end is the end
Go ahead don't cry

Baby
I'm on my own
Baby
I'm my own

It meant nothing- The Hope Conspiracy
Blood poured from the core,
raining down painting completion,
crush this love dead heart,
let the rapture shift to sorrow,
betray, deceit, wolf in sheep's casting, dreams of yesterday cut deep,
bleed me dry, empty, hollow, cold and callous, make me whole once again, you can shut it off,
all those feelings,
you can put it away,
all those memories,
driving nails through my heart, with a smile,
reality ripped our heaven apart, gutless as we tear it down,
sleepless, finding comfort in nothing, knowing who and what we are, and I just talk in circles,
empty a feeble skin, aloft these winds of torment,
hollow a blackened heart, tear it out, it meant nothing.

Miranda, this ghost isn't holy anymore- The Mars Volta

a. VADE MECUM
I’ve always wanted
To eat glass with you again
But I never knew how
How to talk without
Walls dropping on the eve
The nest they made couldn’t break you
Along the fallen
Scowled a fence of beaks
But the temple is scathing
Through your veins
They were scaling
Through an ice pick of abscess reckoning

And when Miranda sang
Everyone turned away
Used to the noose they obey

And whoever said that they would scatter
Separating the mother from child
She can bat a broken eyelid
Raining maggots from it’s sty
And with the traces that she leaves
She will skin you out alive

All the children go grinding their jaws
The sweet smell of their toothless canals
And the damn she will break,
Make an ocean from this lake
As they siphon off all our blood

And when Miranda sang
Everyone turned away
Used to the noose they obey

And when Miranda sang
Everyone turned away
Used to the noose they obey

And when Miranda sang
Everyone turned away
Used to the noose they obey

b. POUR ANOTHER ICEPICK
I think I've become like one of the others
I think I've become like one of the others
I think I've become like one of the others

There was a frail syrup dripping off
His lap danced lapel, punctuated by her
Decrepit prowl she washed down the hatching
Gizzard soft as a mane of needles
His orifice icicles hemorrhaged
By combing her torso to a pile
Perspired the trophy shelves made room for his collapse
She was a mink hand job in sarcophagus heels

Bring me to my knees
Read the sharpened lines
All my arms,
Bled me blind
Faucet leaks in shadows
Spilling from morgue lancet
Caressed your fontanelle
I've sworn to kill every last one
Every last one
Panic in the shakes of the wounded
Panic in the worms
Onto the floor
And out of your mouth
Out of your eyelids

No there's no light, in the darkest
Of your furthest reaches
No there's no light, in the darkest
Of your furthest reaches

All your dreams, splintered off
Leech by leech on this catafalque
Anyone will tell you, yes anyone
Chance had me setting a trip wire alarm
Your mother flirted with disease
When she skinned that costume by it's navel strings
Panic in the shakes of the wounded
Panic in the worms, onto the floor
And out of your mouth
And out of your eyelids

No there's no light, in the darkest
Of your furthest reaches
No there's no light, in the darkest
Of your furthest reaches
No there's no light, in the darkest
Of your furthest reaches

Shock lest shackles free you
Volt face cons
abandon you again
I won't feel not this time

Shock lest shackles free you
Volt face cons
abandon you again
I won't feel not this time

c. PISACIS (PHRA-MEN-MA)
Brick by brick, the night eclipsed
Pricked by cuticle thorns
Dried the sleep on nursery slits
Into this life I'm born
Heaven's just a scab away
I'd like to see you after just one taste

Sink your teeth into the flesh of midnight
Night forever more,
Let them see it has begun
The others I've become

If you should see the dice,
Charmed with it's snaked choked eyes
You'll wear the widows weeds
Because they're just your size
Behind the snail secretion,
Leaves a dry heave that absorbs
A limbless procreation,
Let the infant crawled deformed
A bag replaced the breath of these suffocating sheets
And now when the craving calls
I'll scratch my itchy teeth

Come on and sing it now...

Sink your teeth into the flesh of midnight,
Night forever more
Sink your teeth into the flesh of midnight,
Night forever more

She fell for the whispers,
Sister flooded deaf tears
That night tore a river,
In her baron womb mirror
And his multiple sons with their mandible tongues
Set crucified fires to petrified homes...
Let it burn

And the owls they were watching
And the owls didn't care
Then the owls came a knocking,
Placenta in their stares
They will feed on all the carnage,
Leftover from the flood
And in the corner of their eyes,
Fled sister L' Via
Sister L' Via

Now the pieces went floating,
Reflecting all at dusk
Conceived from the stabbing,
was Vismund Cygnus

Twenty five wives in the lake tonight...

d. CON SAFO
Twenty five wives in the lake tonight
Raw bark in the water of the marble shrine
Twenty five snakes pour out your eyes
Yeah the icepicks coming on the marble shrine
Twenty five snakes are drowning


Regret Kills- The Hope Conspiracy
If she could ever love again, could ever trust again,
her love you loved away,
when she was screaming you walked away,
her tear stung eyes, tell me how you do it, striking at a angels face, so cold.
so empty, words cut like razors, cut deeper than you care to notice,
scars of hate. she still bleeds no!
seasons streak through out he rear view,
time heals nothing it never does,
falling in falling out another failure, another kid lost another one gone forever,
months have come and gone, quicker than a hang-up,
that was your defense, screaming at deafened walls,
when the doves fly high, and peace graces these days, look in those eyes, I hope it breaks your heart, I hope it makes you choke

Lady Lazarus- Sylvia Plath
I have done it again.
One year in every ten
I manage it--

A sort of walking miracle, my skin
Bright as a Nazi lampshade,
My right foot

A paperweight,
My face featureless, fine
Jew linen.

Peel off the napkin
O my enemy.
Do I terrify?--

The nose, the eye pits, the full set of teeth?
The sour breath
Will vanish in a day.

Soon, soon the flesh
The grave cave ate will be
At home on me

And I a smiling woman.
I am only thirty.
And like the cat I have nine times to die.

This is Number Three.
What a trash
To annihilate each decade.

What a million filaments.
The peanut-crunching crowd
Shoves in to see

Them unwrap me hand and foot--
The big strip tease.
Gentlemen, ladies

These are my hands
My knees.
I may be skin and bone,

Nevertheless, I am the same, identical woman.
The first time it happened I was ten.
It was an accident.

The second time I meant
To last it out and not come back at all.
I rocked shut

As a seashell.
They had to call and call
And pick the worms off me like sticky pearls.

Dying
Is an art, like everything else.
I do it exceptionally well.

I do it so it feels like hell.
I do it so it feels real.
I guess you could say I've a call.

It's easy enough to do it in a cell.
It's easy enough to do it and stay put.
It's the theatrical

Comeback in broad day
To the same place, the same face, the same brute
Amused shout:

'A miracle!'
That knocks me out.
There is a charge

For the eyeing of my scars, there is a charge
For the hearing of my heart--
It really goes.

And there is a charge, a very large charge
For a word or a touch
Or a bit of blood

Or a piece of my hair or my clothes.
So, so, Herr Doktor.
So, Herr Enemy.

I am your opus,
I am your valuable,
The pure gold baby

That melts to a shriek.
I turn and burn.
Do not think I underestimate your great concern.

Ash, ash--
You poke and stir.
Flesh, bone, there is nothing there--

A cake of soap,
A wedding ring,
A gold filling.

Herr god, Herr Lucifer
Beware
Beware.

Out of the ash
I rise with my red hair
And I eat men like air

when i see me in your eyes
i just want to go blind
when i build coffin worlds with words
i just want a place to hide
when old ghosts meet new regrets
my daylight fades to grey
when our days bring guilt and shame
my heart turns black
these are my tombs
painted black and blue
these are my tombs painted
just for you
goodnight
goodnight dear
goodbye
black rose
be my light
in the darkness of nights
be my heart

A few days ago, Swanny asked me "If you had to chose one sense to be without forever, like be blind? or be deaf?"
I answered "I don't know. That's really hard... Deaf?"
But now that I think about it, I think I would rather lose any sense apart from sound.

I don't think I ever want to feel that dark again.

"Kate, when it comes to psychic abilities, you have an unusually strong talent in the area of Precognition

This means you have an uncanny ability to look into the future and know ahead of time what is going to happen. You might, for instance, simply know that you're going to get that job before the interview even happens with a certainty that exceeds what you would expect to have simply knowing the facts of the situation. You might have a sense of dread before going out for the evening only to later have a flat tire on your way home. These little hunches are easy to ignore but for you especially, quite often lead to a true prediction of what is going to happen. These predictions can be used to generate positive outcomes, and the more you know about how to use your talent, the more you will be able to distinguish between fantasy of the future and an actual reality you are seeing happen, before it has actually happened.

While your strongest psychic talent is Precognition, Tickle also analyzed your psychic strengths in:

* Retrocognition: The ability to know what happened in the past.
* Clairvoyance: The ability to "see" the unknown.
* Remote viewing: The ability to see physical objects at a distance.
* Telepathy: The ability to tune into others' thoughts.

See your scores in these other areas of ESP, and whether your psychic strengths provided you with the correct answers to the ESP test questions, in your 20-page personalized ESP Reading"

Ummm ok. I don't know if i believe in this stuff, but i have always been able to tell when things are going to happen but i often put it down to maths and probability.

today has been a shitful day.
have you ever had one of those days where you drop everything all the time, constanly throughout the day? or are always knocking shit over?
fuck! it's driving me crazy!

I have stayed up all night trying to write... and then on comes Sylvia: the story of Sylvia Plaith, as if I wasn't depressed enough.

A whole night and barely a page of anything I can actually use.

I don't need a man to sabotage my writing efforts, I am quite good at doing that myself.

I'm a lil bit sad tonight.

I feel kind of lonely and isolated.
I haven't seen much of my friends which is a part of it, but mostly it's because Paddy and I never see each other anymore.
We used to be so close, but now we're.... nothing. It's weird.
We live together, but never spend any time together.
I dunno, even though all of the boys are my best friends, Paddy has always been my best friend because we were always so alike, and he is the only one who can genuinely make me feel better when i am down.

Whatever, I am probably being stupid.

So in other news, my family are going to Sydney for Christmas, and I am staying behind. So I am spending xmas by myself. I'm ok with it, i just hope that I am not feeling this sad while they are away because pretty much everyone i know is busy and i have no choice but to keep my chin up and hang out with my cat.
You know what pisses me off about Christmas... every meal is dominated by meat, and i am not saying anything about the people who eat meat, but i was looking in the supermarket for something i can have on xmas day for dinner, and there is nothing vegetarian available that is as nice as a home cooked turkey. it's shit!
Supermarkets should sell mock meat!
I might go to that place in tuggeranong and buy some soy chicken.

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I am so unbelievably sick with the flu and it sucks so much.
I feel like I am going to die and am incapable of doing anything... my immune system sucks!
And to make it worse, all my friends are in sydney partying with The Dead Walk and other "namedrop, namedrop" people.
I miss Hannie and Bella and probably won't get to see them until New Year's now.

I am sick and sad, feeling incredibly sorry for myself.
Swanny called earlier wanting me to accompany him to see Hospital the Musical which would have been fun, but I just couldn't do it.
So many sad faces :( :( :( :( :( :(

And my cat is acting crazy! He is running back and forth, knocking shit over and just being really manic... I think he might have gotten into a half drunk cup of coffee or something.

I'm gonna have some corn flakes that I won't be able to taste and go to sleep and sook about how shit I feel.

ok so I'm getting ready to go to bed so i go and look for my kitty to put him to bed too, but when i went to look for him i could not find him anywhere... so i start freaking out that he got outside which would be bad because i have only had him for a few days and it is highly likely that he would get lost or hurt by a doggie.

So i am looking everywhere meowing (that's how we communicate)
and i am so upset, on the verge of tears...
and then i hear this tiny little meow but i can't find him anywhere, so i am looking and looking and following his tiny meow.... and i look up, on top of my 6 foot bookshelf, and he has climbed into my milk crate half full of records and got stuck... he looked so funny, i couldn't stop laughing


2cat chilling with muggs lalz

So I am sound asleep in bed at a reasonable hour for a change due to some sleeping tablets from my doctor and I wake up to the sounds of what seems like someone trying to break into my house... then I hear "Kate! Wake Up!"
So i pretty much freak out until I realize that it's Morgan outside my window and he's like "I've got your cat".
So I immediately get flushed with excitement, jump out of bed and let him in.

Morgan picked up my kitty from Billy while he was in Sydney and decided to surprise me. Naaaaaaw what a sweetie!
And because Billy is so awesome he gives me the kitty, with a little travel cage, bowl and a kitty litter box.
He also gave me a bunch of papers which has details about his breed and that he is desexed and stuff.

So I sit the cage on the bed and just open the door and decide to let the cat come out when he is ready... but he was particularly freaked out and just didn't want to, so we took the top off the cage and he jumped out and ran under the bed and didn't come out for ages.
Poor thing. He's all scared and misses Billy.

Eventually he starts exploring my flat but is still pretty weirded out by me. So I let him do his thing, get comfortable and such then decided to sit on the floor with him and talk to him, he started meowing, so i meowed back and he is just looking at me really queer, all freaked out that I am talking cat.

So I sat there with him for like an hour just meowing and patting him and we totes bonded.
He's getting used to me now.

But now that he is comfortable he has decided to start fucking shit up, he is crawling all over everything, on top of my TV and knocking shit off, he's eating my plants, and fell in the incense and got it all over him.

He is letting me pick him up now and cuddle him for a bit and he purrs, then runs off again.
Then he comes back and just sits in front of me and meows.
I don't know what he wants.

I was originally planning to go and pick him up next weekend so I am a bit unprepared. I don't have any cat food or kitty litter or a collar for him yet.
But I set up his bed and put some crab meet in his bowl because it was the only thing I could find for him to eat... he ate a little bit but I don't think he likes it.
I also can't let him outside without a bell because I don't want him attacking the native birds and stuff.

He just jumped up on the bed and is staring at me really weird.
He really likes the lap top, I think it's because it's warm.

Anyway, tomorrow I am going to go buy some stuff for him and maybe get him registered.

Man he is weird... he is chilling next to the toilet and climbing in the bath tub.

I have named him Danzig.

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The End

I love my Mumma
I love my Dad
I love Paddy
I love Dani
I love Mali & Luana
I love my Nanna
I love Fella
I love Rick
I love mumma Denise
I love Jane
I love Milzy
I love Swanny
(^ These people are family and I'd take a bullet before I let anyone hurt them)

I love my cousin Hannah
I love my uncles Chris & Richard
I love my boys Sam, Morgan, Dave and Dan
I love my girls Emma, Nina, Bella & Hannah
I love Karen
I love Jess
I love Kris
I love Owen
I love Richie
I love my Kitty

I have a lot of love for a lot of people, people that I have not listed but these are the people that I genuinely love and would do almost anything for.