Rat, fleeing a sinking ship.

I have been told I'm getting a first stage warning at college, for low attendance and not doing enough. Reasonable enough, I guess. Ian's going to fight my case, but I doubt he will win. Love you, Ian.

I gave in my notice at work. It was alright. She called be a 'Rat' and said she's going to make my last few shifts hell, but that was all in jest. I guess it's alright.

I don't have anything to say. I haven't felt like this for a while.

To conclude, I am growing tired of my brother looking like Matt Damon. I'm watching The Bourne Idenitity, and wanting so much to go 'ohhh, he's alright that Matt Damon, isn't he?!' To my step dad, but all I see now, is Peter 'gayboy' Heatley.

Imagine pete with more hair and a squarer jaw. They have the same features, I swear.

'I'm leaving and it's your fault, YOU BITCH'

At work the other day, it was just me and hundreds of bathbombs on the shop floor. I was tottering around making sure things were in order and there weren't any dusty areas for us to have 'slipped up on' (fuck off). The mail man came in with his little machine and I thought 'YESSSS' because I knew I would have to sign. I was right. He said 'what's your name, please?' so I told him, I saw him spell it 'Catherine' but I didn't both to correct him. He then said,
'okay, sign here then please, Cat...'
He's already shortened my name.

I have written my letter of resignation, and I'm going to give it to her tomorrow at the staff meeting. It's going to be horrible, she'll already be on a bitchy rampage because she realised she hadn't been doing her jop properly.

I have spent my evening making nice things for the ol' Barnetto. I'm going to send one a week through the post :).

Sarah is ill again. She woke me up being sick this morning at 4:30am. It turned out to be the best morning I have had in a while though. I just kept waking up, remembering I don't have to get up, going 'aaahhhh :D:D:D' and falling back to sleep again. 'Dreamboat Avenue' they call my street.

My online purchases are coming one-by-one. Mum is starting to ask what's going on. I have to tell her that they're just coming through when the people at the warehouse get them. She seems to be grasping that and accepting it. Nice. Every new one I get, I am more and more excited about life! I think the next one to come are the LONG JOHNS!!!! I will most certainly get a picture of me wearing them. American Apparel say they took the design and made it 'sexy'. To me, it's just a burgandy one-piece. Nothing sexy about it! Besides, I just want to snuggle.

On saturday night, I went to Nicola's house. She kept me laughing all night long with her clock-talk and getting Mr Joe's. We watched Sex and The City together- like real girls (with cans of bods and tetley's. BITTER BIRDS, US). I like to have nights with Young'n like that. It was a bloody good'n!

I went to see the big G today, Grandad and Nana. Grandad is looking brilliant :D Especially after the 'no cancer in bones' business!! :D He said the usual 'be a good girl' and I said the usual 'be a good boy' and he replied 'ahaha...never gets old'.
Good the The Heatley Chopper (L)

'If you like your tea sweet, just let me touch your cup.

Because I'm as sweet as sugar, baby.'

My sister's new boyfriend thinks I'm 'kwl' :). This was somewhat refreshing to hear after I told him I love him and he should come over for a brew. I also said to him the words in this blog's title. His only responses were 'erm.okayyyyy' etc. Aint no banter man in this town, now. He is called Jacob and has shortish hair. My sister knows little else, it must be pure, year 8 LUST!
I did find out however, he doesn't like his tea sweet because he doesn't like tea. I don't know what we'll do when he comes over for the brew he kindly accepted :|.

Today, my boss wasn't in, and only three of us were expect to make over one hundred 'grab bags'. It sounds like it would be alright, but that's counting out 5+ bath bombs for every one bag. And more!
She can absolutely fuck off. I've been seething all day :(. Seething to the point of angry shakes. One letter of resignation coming up! I also hear she's been bad mouthing me in the staff room- Business Woman of the year 2009, Kerrie Scully.

'she's the only one with a problem!'
I fucking am not! It's just everyone else wants to keep their jobs and are keeping their mouths shut. I, however, couldn't give a shit anymore.

I also found out, I only just have enough money to pay the rest of the deposit for my holiday! PHEW, i didn't spend it. I have bought too much already, some of which came today.
Mum sang, 'You have a package!' and I imagine she wont be too chipper about it when three more come :(.
The dress is cute though.


P.S hello Kitty, new follower!

Lynne, these are sex people.

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I have finally got the photographs from my two trips to Manchester, one with Sam Nicholas and Marcus and one with just Marcus :) Our Jumper day.

Trip No.1- The becoming of Attitude Antlers and Groucho glasses ln the train. 'Excuse me, do you have the time?'

Trip No.2- Jumper day, where we wore matching jumpers and saw two geese fly to kill a man.

Kathryn Heatley fucks dogs.

This week has been alright actually :) It feels like it's lasted too long. Work was horrendously boring/upsetting and college was just me skanking out of things.

I got my report through the post, mum got to it before I could. It was alright, but she knows how much I skip now, my attendance is only 87%. I need it to be above 90% to do things. She wasn't happy and I didn't bother trying to give some sort of an explanation, it was also easier with the fact that I was in the shower and she was shouting through the door :).

On Friday, Nicola, Helen, Liam and I went out into Preston. I thought there might be more, but other people couldn't make it. It was nice because we talked about Turkey and a massive inflatable cock the whole night. Reflex was an utter sham and we didn't get served for AGES. We ended up in Yum Yums listening to massively loud music with people who made our pizzas. Then we came home- not the wildest of nights.
During that day, Marcus and I went to Booze Brothers and bought some nice beverages to drink in back alleys of Leyland. It was funny and nice.

Last night I met Marcus' cat. She was the cutest little feline :) And she liked me I think. I walked from one end of the sofa to the other and she ran along beside me. YEAH! I didn't meet the other I'm afraid :(. When I came home, Wendy, Karl, John and Babs were still here and they all asked me if I had been smoking. I said 'Oh no, we went to a pub and stood with some people we knew from college outside, all of whom are heavy smokers' and they ALL believed me! Until I walked away and my mum saw the cigarette packet in my bag. She hasn't said anything yet.


Mum: 'have you been drinking?'
Kathryn: 'hum, yes'
Mum: 'GREAT! Get a glass!'

I'm going to get worse skin and pile on about four stone by next Christmas. Oh no.

OH, and Mum, Paul and Sarah are going to America on the 13th February for a week- Nice.