Crack the champagne and raise your glasses to the newest Mayorette, Katie!Ohai! So I’m Katie (just Katie, not short for Katherine, Katrina, Kathleen or anything) calling in from sunny Brisvegas! Currently in my last semester studying Creative Writing and Fashion, don’t ask me what I’m planning on doing once I graduate cause I have no idea and that bothers me. When I’m not at uni I’m at my temp job (I’m so awesome my six week contract turned into two years and counting), blogging for MISS Crew, at home wasting hours on the net, or blowing my measly earnings on clothing, drinking, and eating out. I apologise in advance for any drunk blogging.

My earliest memory is cracking the shits that I didn’t get my own seat on the plane on a family trip to Tasmania. I was two years old though, so I doubt that’s actually a memory and more my parents telling me about it and me imagining the rest up. Sounds like something I’d do though.

At school I was biding my time till I could graduate and get the hell out of Bundaberg!

Friends say I am secretive, but if you don’t ask, I won’t tell, right?

I’ve always been asked, “Exactly how old are you?”

It’s not fashionable but I love Uggs. I would love to be able to wear them everywhere but I know better.

Can’t leave home without Lip balm, lip gloss, phone, wallet, keys, diary, water, deodorant, panadol, gum. I have a really heavy handbag.

Secret skills I’m a very capable handyman.

My most humiliating moment was my 18th – passed out in the toilets at the Underdome (it closed not long after, people kept getting shanked) and massively bruised my chin on the toilet bowl, security guards had to break in and carry me out. Apparently I yakked on the hot guard’s feet. I’m much older and wiser now (Just say NO to chartreuse!)

My most treasured possession is a toy rabbit I got when I was five and my ridiculous old beast of a car.

I relax by drinking red wine. Currently of the boxed variety, due to my pleb student status.

If I wasn’t me I’d like to be Sloane from Entourage. But I wouldn’t waste my time going out with E.

My worst job was my first job – working at this giant homewares/hippy shit store when I was 13 (yeah it was child labour, cash in hand!) and on Sunday mornings I had to use pliers to pull cigarette butts out of the footpath at the front of the shop. A close runner up would be the insane amounts of vomit I cleaned up during my restaurant years.

If I was a pen I’d be one of those annoying Smiggle ones with the ball in maze thing inside them.

If I was a high-class call girl my fake name would be something unisex, like Quinn or Jordan. Clients would prefer me cause if their wives found out they were visiting “Quinn” they could get away with saying it was a dude.

The strangest thing that’s happened to me on public transport once I was on the bus to uni when an air con vent thing above me busted open and poured all this water out onto my head. Like, enough to soak my hair and get in my shirt. NOT IMPRESSED.

I am the second eldest of four kids, but am often thought to be the youngest.

When I’m old I’ll be wearing crazy hats and shitloads of leopard print.