So I have been over indulging in free anime. OMG who knew there was so much of it!  Whole seasons *twirls*  So good for the poor girl down the road who has no glitter for her hair *picks out the weeds and continues on*   I am still not a fan of computers, and they still are imensely draining for me, but it is certainly a life saver when you have * ( Read more... )

I didn't get ANY presents for my birthday so i think we should all donate to "get twinkle a nintendo ds lite in a cool colour"  fund.  All the cool kids are doing it . . .

So maybe I will begin again, it's an artists' life for me!!! *twirls*

My truffle addiction could eventually drive me to madness . . .or most arguably fatness, but I do not seem to be able to gain any weight from sugar, perhaps I am part hummingbird? Indeed.

The lines between fact and fiction slowly blurrrrrrrrrrr as the moon hangs in skies strung ( Read more... )

I felt my stomach collapse when I thought for a brief moment that you were gone.  That you Disappeared into some separate dimension that I could not reach.  Not from there.  My petticoat is on and I've no place to go.

I'm in an odd little mood today, having access to the computer gives me a more public (or I pretend it is public) venting process.  By venting I don't mean ranting . . . read on brave soldier!!!

So to further express my odd mood, I've been downloading random country songs I was forced into mentally digesting as a child.  Don't ask . . . I'm not ( Read more... )

I'm addicted to bran flakes . . .

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Isabelle what can I do? April is nearly at an end . . . my birthday is just over a month away so I'm sad :(. 21 was fun, 22 was nice and excusable because it was a master number, but what of 23? *pouts* How very odd, mew. Ahhh to be mortal and old! I need nature time!!! *stretches her wings*

the past few weeks I have had dreams with people in them that . . . I don't know, all I do know is I have a sneaking suspcion people purposely implament themselves into my dreams, but then again I'm always sneaking around with suspicions and tea cups.

If I were a bunny foo foo, I would hop about and eat your flowers, not all of them, because I would want something beautiful to fill your eyes when you walked out into your garden.  Your special place, that smells of roses and me.  Perhaps wearing an itsy top hat would become me, and I would pose mid leap.  I would then debate growing wings.