1st things first

New blog, I haz it.


Will I take it seriously? Only time will tell. Based on past attempts of blogging, I daresay I won't. But you never know, really.

So, hi.

I am Kiki.

I mean, people call me Kiki. My name, in fact, is Christina.

I have a bunch of cats. They make me happy, those nasty felines.

I used to live in Porto Alegre, but came back to spend some time with my parents in Rio.

I have every intention of going back to Porto Alegre. When? Don't ask me, I really don't know.
I honestly hope it's soon.

I used to share a flat with my ex boyfriend. Another redhead. As I put it, two redheads in a small flat was bound not to work out.

I only say that coz it sounds nicer than saying that the twat cheated on me and kicked me out of the flat.

I hope he dies.

Nah, I don't.

I hope, well, I don't give a fuck anymore. So, whether he dies or lives or regrets it and still misses me, it's no longer of my concern.

At least he's taking good care of my cat, apparently. Well, his cat now.


I'm broke. I barely have money to go out and drink beers in the weekend. But I have friends. They get me beers, and other drinks as well. Nothing I haven't done for them before.


I feel terribly lonely. At least there's internet. And music. And cigarettes too.

I write. At least I try. I started writing a silly spy story. Haven't touched it in months. I think it's rather good. Possibly because I have such a high opinion of myself. Or maybe because it is rather good indeed, as some friends said. They could be lying, of course.


Love? I'm definitely no longer into it. It's good for nothing. It makes you dumb. It makes you do things you know are not good for you and wouldn't have done otherwise.

I don't believe in god. I'd rather put my trust on ceiling cat.

Dunno about ceiling cat? Google it. It has something to do with lolcats. I find it highly entertaining.



Okay, enough.


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