This is my roommate Kathie. She is a succubus. Whenever she says something worth writing down, this is where we write it.

Yes! This song always makes me happy, no matter what boys do!
Heather: What would you do if Kathie just started stabbing Antony with that knife?
Kathie: That would just be so awkward
I would enjoy being an actress; I need to blow my nose
The list is for supid things?!? I thought it was when I said cute things!
(Talking about a guy who took her out for dinner) He couldn't have been expecting a kiss, I'm the same height as him. So I just gave him a high-five and sprinted into the house.
I'm not cranky, I'm just tired
Ow! I can't run! (said running down the hall)
I'm getting sick of these quotes. I'm just not going to speak.




Kathie enjoys receiving mail. You should mail her. It doesn't matter what what you write. Tell her she shouldn't be so shallow, and she should have kissed that short boy instead of high-fiving him. But tell her nicely, because she's my friend. What would be really cool is if somebody out there could forge mail to her from satan@hell.com and tell her to keep up the good work. Oh, and write this date down: August 15, 1996 (15 August, 1996 for our visitors from other contries). That's her twenty-first birthday. I want everyone to mail her and tell her happy birthday!