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Well, it's been a lovely stint here on blogdrive, but I'm leaving.

Chill, chill, it's ok, I'm not going away completely. I'm just gonna be working my wonders somewhere else that's all. Yeah, I get too much spam on this one, and it's not so easy to transfer my beloved self over from Flickr, so I'm going to be doing this from Blogger from now on.

So adoring fans and others, update your bookmarks, blogrolls and anywhere else I lurk, so you can continue enjoying the er, um, whatever it is that I do.

Actually I've been blogging there for a while, just for the hell of it, doing the same stuff I do here, and some other interesting material you might like. The link is  mutantcat.blogspot.com, (link now corrected) so come and enjoy. Oh, and of course there'll be nude photos, I promise:)

Often Yahoo's most emailed photos seem to follow a certain theme, and today's is no exception, not surprisingly they're all of animals,

             

but not just that, it looks like they're all photos of cute little critters in twue wuv.

Yes, those pandas are fucking. And no, they're not bears. The poor orphaned monkey is cuddling a toy duck, and the last one seems to be a hamster and snake who've decided to that nature shit and be friends.

It's all so sodding adorable it makes me want to cry.

Two weeks to go. Goddammit!

William's being a total shit. He's in one of his "I have so many things to do and my life is so hard!" moods, which he spends half his life in, where he takes it out on me, because according to him, my life isn't so stressful and terrible as his.

I've actually been working today, but it's not good enough for him if there's particular tasks he thinks I should have done that I didn't think of or was unable to do, Like for instance my internet connection going totally shitty and making me unable to look up some stuff on emails that he wanted, which I explained to him fully as soon as he got in. He still found an excuse to rant and rave and bitch at me.

The worst thing about today is that I've been unable to spend time with my new love. No, it's nothing like that, but a certain e-correspondent of mine finally urged me to get with the times and get Messenger, so the past few days I've been developing a new addiction to online chatting.

Of course MSN Messenger is a donkey fucking dildo and I keep getting thrown off but it's fun all the same.

I got a phone call from Iraq today. I bet not everyone can say that. I can't wait til I'm out amongst people when I can casually drop that line again. That'll make people take notice. I bet no one else in this bar got a phone call from Iraq today, I bet I'm the only one.

It was from my brother, the fucking lunatic. I had known he was planning to move there, for a bank job, but as he's been sending emails to the wrong mutant cat, I was unaware that he was already there, or indeed that he was still intending on going. I finally got the emails today when I explained to him that someone on gmail had already taken mutantcat, so I had to make do with mutantkat, with a k. Whoever she is she must wonder who the fuck this freak is that keeps emailing her.

I hate my life, I really do. I should be going out tonight though, even if it's cold, snowing, raining, hailing and whatever else. There's some do on in a bar with karaoke, and some people I know should be there. It's something to do, and it will get me out of here. I don't think I'll be singing though, I can't risk getting drunk enough to actually do so, at least not while I'm living here. That could be a disaster.

I'm moving out. I finally found a place I liked the look of after looking at a bunch that were absolutely awful.

I didn't really think about it much in the coming days because I thought I wouldn't get it, it's a good price, great area and not a total dump, so there would be many other people interested, one of whom would most likely get it.

So on Thursday, the day he said he would get back with me, I just didn't think about it, and by the late afternoon when I'd gotten no response from him I figured it wasn't to be. Oh well, I wasn't really expecting to get it.

So I looked again for possibilities, nothing in the flatshare section. Then I thought fuck this, why am I only looking for crappy places to share with other people I don't know? I should get a place of my own, I mean fuck! I can afford it, it will just mean that William has to spend less money getting drunk.

So I looked through the flats for rent, wrote emails about a couple and thought, yes. This is what I want. I will get my own flat, with no one else, I'll get my own tv and computer and a collection of books and nicknacks and pictures and cool stuff that's all my own, and no one else's crap. And I'll get myself a kitten, nay, kittens. At least 2 cats.

I started to feel almost happy for the first time in weeks. I was imagining sitting there in my own flat with my cats and my glasses on the computer, creating a new identity for myself, the mad cat lady, complete with photos, website and new email address, when I got a message on the phone.

It was the guy saying if I was still interested in the room it was mine.

So there it is. I move in on the 1st of February. I know it's a long, long time away, I don't know if I can stick it out, but it's better than nothing.

Not the wild west, more like the wild, er, huge metropolous in South America,

RIO DE JANEIRO, Brazil (Reuters) - Brazilian police have arrested a teenager who rode a horse into a busy district of Rio de Janeiro and, brandishing a toy gun, forced a man to hand over his cell phone.

That's a mobile phone, for people who speak English.

Police told Reuters on Thursday the 15-year-old had confessed he borrowed the horse from a neighbor in the Rio slum where he lives and committed the crime after being promised $20 for a phone with a camera by members of a local criminal gang.

Well, not quite violent gang warfare movie material, but at least it's original.

He rode into the courtyard of a hospital in Rio's Meier neighborhood and snatched the phone from a man waiting in line there. When police caught up with him a few blocks away, he was on foot and the horse was nowhere to be seen.

Someone probably stole him.
I hope they go easy on the boy, he just wanted a phone of his own. 

It's fat bastard animal week it seems, or is that normal for a toad? This rather originally named froggy, Kermit, is a resident of Hanover zoo, and in the photo here is being weighed during an annual checkup. Not much of a story I know, but I thought the photo was cute.

I just realised that I missed my first anniversary of blogging, as I've been obsessing over other stuff. I started this blog on the 6th January, last year. It's not a very interesting post, just me introducing myself. Then I had really no idea what I was going to be doing with this, and I'm still not really sure actually. I was in the habit of reading a bunch of other people's blogs and decided I wanted one too. So I got one.

As far as I remember, one year ago is when I moved out of William's place, the first time. I think the exact date was the 10th, signifying my freedom. Everything looked so promising then, and it was really, it made a big difference, up until then I wasn't really broken up with him, though I already broke up with him months before, according to me, but I still lived with him so it wasn't definate.

Now look at me, living with him again, and no closer to moving out than I was a month ago. Though it's different, even if I am living with him, or more like staying with him, it isn't the same because I already previously broke up with him, and a lot had changed in the time when I moved out, to when I came here, so it wasn't as if we were back together, or that he thought of it that way.

Still it's kind of depressing to see where I was a year ago, and where I am now.

Woman all shook up over Elvis song
Elvis fans, turn away.

SYDNEY (Reuters) - An Australian woman will face court charged with repeatedly stabbing her partner because he played an Elvis Presley song over and over again, police said Tuesday.

And?

The man, whose injuries were described as "non-life threatening," had been repeatedly playing the song "Burning Love," a police spokesman said.

So he's not even dead! No medal for her then.

What are we coming to?


These are the before and after photos of Mischief, Britain's Pet Slimmer of the Year,

Yes, this esurient pussy went from being a big fat blubbery ball of fur to, a kind of big cat but not so fucking fat. 5kg in 9 month he lost,  I guess that's a lot for a cat. Well, I guess that spells hope for all you lardasses out there. I mean if a cat can do it, you've no excuse.