curiosity killed the Kat

rambled thoughts and odd stories

Hey there

Things are kind of hard right now.

I just turned 22, which I guess is cool… But really, I don’t think it’s very cool.

Just on the way to getting old- which is scary on its own. But even scarier because it never feels like I’ll actually have all my shit together.

I know I’m just putting too much pressure on myself, as I’m sure we all do.

Stay positive.

Stay positive.

Stay positive.

I heard if you say that 3 times looking into a mirror; nothing will happen.

At least I still have my sense of humor. Ha ha ha.

I’m really bad at checking my mail, you know, one of those things that adults kind of need to do.

(Bohemian Rhapsody just came onto my Spotify station)

Easy come, easy go, will you let me go?
I’ve been painting a lot recently, I’m getting better.

I used to be so creative that I would make art on accident.

But then again, don’t we all make art?

Guess it depends on how you look at things, just gotta remember that it’s not always pretty.

But it can mean something.

I don’t know what to do….

Like, with my life.

I can’t even remember any of my own fucking passwords.

I’m terrible at reversing.

My attention span is shorter than one of a goldfish.

But I absolutely hate taking my medication.

It makes me feel like…. Not me?

I love me, even though I’m a hot mess at times.

And spastic.

And clumsy.

And I always over-season my food.

Hardly ever put my clothes away, whether they’re clean or dirty.

But I have a big heart!

And I can laugh at myself, a little too well.

I’m quick witted, even though it gets me into trouble at times.

It’s far too late for me to be sitting in my bed with the lights off,

(My apartment is like a cave).

I must get up.

Thanks for reading, whoever you are.

P.s. The world is a scary place. Luckily, none of us are alone.

still awake

Lend your ear, and stop your crying.

The world is ending,

and we’re all dying.

Seconds come and then they go.

Just like that.

A wild show.

But humans, us, we all do miss

that in every moment there is bliss.

A still cloud in a tornado.

Sitting calmly in its place, witnessing a whirlwind in his face.

“See, here!”

“Listen there!”

There’s way too much to be aware.

Look where you like,

and like where you look.

This will make up the pages within your book.

It’s all right here, and then its gone.

With nothing tangible to fall back on.

It’s not depressing, it’s just true.

Every second makes up you.

blogging is hard.

I’m so exhausted right now, but I wanted to post something and keep up.

I have to go to the doctor tomorrow,

it sucks when your mom doesn’t make you go anymore.

I’m just staring at this screen in my room… I have a huge mirror on my left side and I can see my glowing face out of the corner of my own eye. its pretty creepy, honestly.

god, I don’t know if i know how to write anymore.

I miss it.

I actually enjoy writing, physically writing. And handwriting in general, it’s interesting.

I admire my handwriting, although sometimes I can’t read it.

Isn’t it weird how sometimes you can’t recognize your own handwriting?

Or when you notice new little tweaks in its character?

Over the past year or so I’ve started writing my lower-case “s” in cursive; the very letter that gave me such anxiety in 3rd grade.

I couldn’t get the right little point at the top.

And truly, I still cant.

Sometimes it looks like an “o”… basically its just harder to read.

I don’t know why I started doing it either, just strange.

^^ i was kind of on a roll for that and i feel like it’s pretty lame

I also feel like I’m putting a lot of pressure on myself.

I also feel tired,

And wide awake.

Just caught myself staring into blank space.

probably looked extra creepy in the mirror.

I’m pretty much brain dead and cannot continue.

but on a note for next time;


I just had a great thought.


P.S. buy socks

I’m (kind of) becoming a grown up.

Yesterday was a day full of errands.

I bet bet you’re thinking, “oh, god stop this now,” because you all know errands so well.

Well, you may be right…. but I spent a good 3 hours and 20$ in quarters, (my favorite coin) at “Quik Wash” laundromat…. and I currently do not have one item of (technically) dirty clothing.

This gave me great joy, and inspired me to go to Dollar General… that “dollar store” where most things actually cost more than a dollar.

I got a number of stupid things but my favorites are definitely this off-brand pack of clicky gel pens and a small red sauce pot (I’ve been cooking everything in a huge stew pot? I don’t know what the hell its called…its humongous, and completely ridiculous to cook ramen in.)

At first, I was a little confused…. and sad as to why I would be so excited about an 8-pack of clicky gel pens; black.

I even opened the package carefully enough not to ruin the sorta-cardboard on the back, just so I could scribble my name all over it. Pens are great. Love ’em.

I’m just starting to realize how terribly boring this post is… Sorry to whoever is reading.

Point is, I’m easily amused.

…and I’m going to start taking photos of my “exciting” experiences and food, probably…. and uploading them on here.

My posts will become more interesting… Promise.

I’m just getting the hang of it,


P.S. Do a random act of kindness today….cuz why not.

hello world wide web, im katie lee roberts

this is my first blog post ever… actually i think i did one in high school for an assignment…. so maybe my second blog post ever.

it’s easier for me to type everything that im thinking without exactly using proper punctuation, i hope its not too annoying.

sooo, a little about myself…

im totally awkward. painfully, at times.

i have a big heart and i love to laugh.

if i was rich, i would go broke giving to other people.

i love smiling, smiling’s my favorite.

i love pickles and pickle juice…. and pickle shots.

i have a cat… his name is Roger. no D. Roger that?

i love to write and read and draw and paint.

i wish i could fly (mainly because traffic sucks… ahem. austin, texas).

im really not a good driver, and i actually try.

cheese fries are my not-so-guilty pleasure.

i want to travel the world more than anything.

i hate that money matters.

i don’t know if i want to get married/have kids.

im told that im “cool weird” on a weekly basis… but come on, all weird is cool.

i believe in aliens.

i don’t believe in god.

im trying not to slouch, i feel like posture doesn’t matter like it used to.

i don’t like watching sad movies bc i always cry.

im slouching right now.

i have big, lioness, hair.

i love to play tennis and soccer.

i hate the word hate.

oh, and apple sauce is gross.

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