No Sex Please, We’re British
In this blog I will post beautiful pictures for your private pleasure with my trusty old Nokia 3710 fold phone just to prove that it can’t be done.
No, not really.
If you’re looking for another stunning picture of asparagus on a white plate taken in a soft focus in what seems like a typical Ikea home, you’re not going to find those pictures here – ever.
Also if you are looking for ”fashion style” photos, you can forget about those as well. There are no girls pouting lips or guys trying too hard to look like they didn’t have a beer belly in this blog.
Neither is it about doing elitists, expensive things in order to make you realize how much better off I am compared to you, or how I, Kitty I, have a superior taste compared to anyone else. I get by alright, and I do have pretty phenomenal taste on most things, particularly on things that mat-ter.
Per my experiences all the good things in life cost mere pennies – if anything at all.
So, much more than fashion, I’m after function.
If I’m at home or in the backyard digging weeds or whatever I don’t really care what I’m wearing as long as I’m comfortable with it, and as long as I don’t expose my next-door neighbours or innocent passers-by to seeing my private parts.
Nudity per se is not a big issue for me personally, but I figure that most people do not particularly enjoy bumping into semi-naked people while taking out their garbage. That is, unless they’re super hot and/or you and the nakid person in question kinda sorta have this thinly veiled sexual connection going on, you know? I’m sure you do.
Aaaanyways… in this blog people still breathe and wear 10+ years old ragged clothes – because they just insist on surving another year or two, hell, maybe another decade!
I don’t generally throw away stuff that is still usable. On the contrary I salvage shit that other people seem to have no use anymore.
I do the occational dumpster dive – just not for food. Not because I’d be afraid I might drop dead on the spot if I ate some of that stuff, but simply because I don’t have to, and I feel that no one should need to do it either.
In my view the problem is not the grocery stores locking away their tossed out food stuffs, but rather a problem of throwing away perfectly edible food in the first place. That’s just fucked up – in a myriad of ways.
All in all this blog will contain more or less random thoughts and notes about oeconomics, oecology, popular and not so popular music, movies, literature etc., sex, kittens, paddling, cooking (for lultz!) and all things hipstery™ one could possible imagine – or hope for.
Pretty much everything worth discussing – or just dissing – to put it more bluntly.
I will probably delve deep into Finnish psyche, too, charting sore spots and – if I’m really lucky – igniting new ones in the process.
You’re of course more than welcome to chime in as you see fit, my dear confused reader. You can leave a killer comment after the beep, sign my guestbook, or craft a lenghty dirty letter to i.am.kitty.i@kittymail.com (iamkittyi@kittymail.com works just as well btw). Whatever works best for you. Sorry, no phone numbers at this point, I’m afraid (read: never).
A word of advice in case you do want to leave input: I’m both a sporadic writer and a commentator. I like to do things in my own pace. So, it might take a while – a week or 10 years – for me to respond to any feedback. But mark my words: if it’s truly a worthwhile commentary/suggestion, I will react to it in due course. And that’s a promise from me to you.
I’d like to live as stress-free life as humanly possible. I don’t particularly need any extra shit come my way since the world already seems to provide me plenty of that on almost daily basis.
In plain English this means that I would very much like to avoid getting caught up in fruitless fights. If something like that is your idea of good time, I suggest you look for that sort of an entertainment some place else – okay? Cool.
Oh, and in case you can’t appreciate humor and/or swearing in any capacity, that’s another reason why this might not be the perfect place for you to hang around for any extended period.
Consider yourself warned, and thank you for having taken the time to read this gentle introduction to what I AM KITTY I is all about and what it’s not about (as of now at least).
Yours sincerely,
a.k.a. kitty the first