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Goddamn and bloody hell.
I can hear the couple next door screaming again...damned walls are thin as rice paper. I'm seriously debating the wisdom of stopping next door with some flowers and mediating their problems for them, just so I don't have to hear the screaming anymore. That idea right now is only second in my mind to slapping them both in the face with a riding crop. Yes, that idea is violent, reactionary and even illegal, but the sound of leather hitting the flesh of the illiterati is just so damned satisfying...
...Despite the caustic journals I have written these past few days, I am really not a black hearted individual intent on dischordia and world destruction. (I would never want to destroy the world anyway, I'd have nothing to conquer if I did that.)
I can be a sweet, loving individual too. In fact, I'm donating my eggs to a couple that can not have children. I've never really had the chance to change someone's life irrevocably for the better before. Hopefully that will balance out my karma and I won't get turned into a frog in the next life for making a zombie porn and paying five year olds a dollar to ask their daddies why mommy's goodnight kisses are so salty. *evilgrin*
..The sucky part of all this is going to be the hormone injection needles, giving up drinking and NO SEX FOR LUCY...dammit.
I am going to be basically straight edge for eight weeks, which may not sound all that bad except for the fact that I live in the House of Vice...and no sex for 8 whole weks...aurggh...well, let's just hope the corner store has a sale on batteries. Yay cheap batteries!~
Other than that, I'm in a great mood....Robin F***ING Black tonight!!! I can't wait!!!!
*dances around a revel fire of the imagination in glee*
I can hear the couple next door screaming again...damned walls are thin as rice paper. I'm seriously debating the wisdom of stopping next door with some flowers and mediating their problems for them, just so I don't have to hear the screaming anymore. That idea right now is only second in my mind to slapping them both in the face with a riding crop. Yes, that idea is violent, reactionary and even illegal, but the sound of leather hitting the flesh of the illiterati is just so damned satisfying...
...Despite the caustic journals I have written these past few days, I am really not a black hearted individual intent on dischordia and world destruction. (I would never want to destroy the world anyway, I'd have nothing to conquer if I did that.)
I can be a sweet, loving individual too. In fact, I'm donating my eggs to a couple that can not have children. I've never really had the chance to change someone's life irrevocably for the better before. Hopefully that will balance out my karma and I won't get turned into a frog in the next life for making a zombie porn and paying five year olds a dollar to ask their daddies why mommy's goodnight kisses are so salty. *evilgrin*
..The sucky part of all this is going to be the hormone injection needles, giving up drinking and NO SEX FOR LUCY...dammit.
I am going to be basically straight edge for eight weeks, which may not sound all that bad except for the fact that I live in the House of Vice...and no sex for 8 whole weks...aurggh...well, let's just hope the corner store has a sale on batteries. Yay cheap batteries!~
Other than that, I'm in a great mood....Robin F***ING Black tonight!!! I can't wait!!!!
*dances around a revel fire of the imagination in glee*Bloody Hell...
Again it's 1:30 am and sleep comes with demons that plague me, so I am not even going to attempt to drift to slumbrous serenity, because if I do I know I will wake up in a cold panic, drenched in sweat and unable to close my eyes for fear of a nameless presence, a presence that has existed since I was five years old.
Goddamn it, I'm 21. That's far too old to still be afraid of the dark.
It's these bloody night terrors. I'm so tired I could puke, but with sleep comes the goddamned demons that live in my brain. Goddamned inconsiderate little imps, if you ask me. I realize they have to do their lion's share of terrorizing, wouldn't want the goddamned things to be mocked by all the other night demons on the dream playground, god forbid. It's some small consolation to me that at least SOMETHING in my life is successful,even if it is only to be my demons. Maybe I should take lessons from them. Or find a way to make them material, so I can break their goddamned kneecaps...I'm realy not clinically insane, I'm just a bit neurotic from intense lack of sleep...
...And I hereby amend anything I've just said with this sigh...
So goodbye to you, my faithful ghosts, the time comes yet again for an entry into the magnificent fucking train wreck that is my day to day, written at half past one in the morning when most normal human beings are asleep and dreaming of sugarplums and gang bangs.
Sleep well, dream of pretty things.
I'll again dream up monsters that plague me and threaten to tear my sanity to shreds.
Again it's 1:30 am and sleep comes with demons that plague me, so I am not even going to attempt to drift to slumbrous serenity, because if I do I know I will wake up in a cold panic, drenched in sweat and unable to close my eyes for fear of a nameless presence, a presence that has existed since I was five years old.
Goddamn it, I'm 21. That's far too old to still be afraid of the dark.
It's these bloody night terrors. I'm so tired I could puke, but with sleep comes the goddamned demons that live in my brain. Goddamned inconsiderate little imps, if you ask me. I realize they have to do their lion's share of terrorizing, wouldn't want the goddamned things to be mocked by all the other night demons on the dream playground, god forbid. It's some small consolation to me that at least SOMETHING in my life is successful,even if it is only to be my demons. Maybe I should take lessons from them. Or find a way to make them material, so I can break their goddamned kneecaps...I'm realy not clinically insane, I'm just a bit neurotic from intense lack of sleep...
...And I hereby amend anything I've just said with this sigh...
So goodbye to you, my faithful ghosts, the time comes yet again for an entry into the magnificent fucking train wreck that is my day to day, written at half past one in the morning when most normal human beings are asleep and dreaming of sugarplums and gang bangs.
Sleep well, dream of pretty things.
I'll again dream up monsters that plague me and threaten to tear my sanity to shreds.
I will be blatantly honest with you all right now:
I applied for this site solely to feed my narcissistic tendencies. I am not only an attention-whore, I am the Patron Goddess of attention-whores. Ah, well. I make vanity look superb, and vice devine, and image is all that matters in today's McCorporate society. Style over substance. You could sell water to a drowning adolescent if you packaged it well enough (and had it endorsed by Britney Spears or Avril Lavigne.) Evian spelled backwards is Naive...the corporations are laughing at us. They poisoned our water supply and now they're selling us back bottles of our life blood, no longer safe to drink direct from nature...e.coli, remember the Walkerton disaster?...At $2.50 a pop. Anybody seen Tank Girl?
What used to be science fiction is now just science. Huxley was a prophet. We're heading into an Orwellian nightmare...1984 comes 20 years later, folks.
We've pissed off Mother Nature, and now she's revisiting the days of Corporal Punishment. We're fucked, just fucked.
It's no longer safe to eat anything, drink anything. Hot dogs give you cancer. Aluminum foil causes Alzheimer's. Growing old is a travesty and we lock our elders up in pretty prisons so they don't embarass society. Age is a disease...don't talk to that old lady, son, wrinkles are communicable. Cut, staple, nip, tuck...in most societies, injecting the botulism virus into somebody's face would be considered chemical warfare. Here, it's an expensive, sought-after beauty treatment. Let's all paralyze the muscles in our face. Expressions make us wrinkle, wrinkles make you look old, old is a disease. Never mind the fact that I voluntarily have botulism toxins swimming near my brain. Today's beauty is paper and plastic- smooth, perfect, artifical, disposable. Shall I compare thy beauty to a rose? ...but roses aren't perfect, roses have some petals bigger than other petals, the color isn't always uniform...roses wilt...I've never heard a plant getting silicon leaf implants, daisies starving themselves of sun because their roots are too large.
Give it up, kids.
Beauty ain't skin deep...it radiates out from the soul.
Ugly people are always going to be ugly...no matter how many toxins you inject into your forehead.
It's up to you.
...and I hereby amend anything I've said with this *sigh*...
I applied for this site solely to feed my narcissistic tendencies. I am not only an attention-whore, I am the Patron Goddess of attention-whores. Ah, well. I make vanity look superb, and vice devine, and image is all that matters in today's McCorporate society. Style over substance. You could sell water to a drowning adolescent if you packaged it well enough (and had it endorsed by Britney Spears or Avril Lavigne.) Evian spelled backwards is Naive...the corporations are laughing at us. They poisoned our water supply and now they're selling us back bottles of our life blood, no longer safe to drink direct from nature...e.coli, remember the Walkerton disaster?...At $2.50 a pop. Anybody seen Tank Girl?
What used to be science fiction is now just science. Huxley was a prophet. We're heading into an Orwellian nightmare...1984 comes 20 years later, folks.
We've pissed off Mother Nature, and now she's revisiting the days of Corporal Punishment. We're fucked, just fucked.
It's no longer safe to eat anything, drink anything. Hot dogs give you cancer. Aluminum foil causes Alzheimer's. Growing old is a travesty and we lock our elders up in pretty prisons so they don't embarass society. Age is a disease...don't talk to that old lady, son, wrinkles are communicable. Cut, staple, nip, tuck...in most societies, injecting the botulism virus into somebody's face would be considered chemical warfare. Here, it's an expensive, sought-after beauty treatment. Let's all paralyze the muscles in our face. Expressions make us wrinkle, wrinkles make you look old, old is a disease. Never mind the fact that I voluntarily have botulism toxins swimming near my brain. Today's beauty is paper and plastic- smooth, perfect, artifical, disposable. Shall I compare thy beauty to a rose? ...but roses aren't perfect, roses have some petals bigger than other petals, the color isn't always uniform...roses wilt...I've never heard a plant getting silicon leaf implants, daisies starving themselves of sun because their roots are too large.
Give it up, kids.
Beauty ain't skin deep...it radiates out from the soul.
Ugly people are always going to be ugly...no matter how many toxins you inject into your forehead.
It's up to you.
...and I hereby amend anything I've said with this *sigh*...
