i am not haunted by a basket. my life is one of privilage.

miss Luna, are we having poetry club again this year? will it be on the same days? i spent much of the summer writing. The psychological mood was damp and thus perfect for long hours of miserable musing. also, i had family visit ( Read more... )

Biscuit? what colour thong would you rather: red or black?

there is too much sun. i will burn through the windows ( Read more... )

boo.

to Wayne, my biscuit, on this momentous occasion ( Read more... )

i want to lead Wayne around on a studded collar. it would be an expression of something, i'm sure.

the holidays did not zip by for me, as they may have for others. in fact, the seemed to drag on and on; a delicious torture. it was all very productive. as some may know, but most will not, i stayed back for Christmas to experience the pain of spending such a time in solitude. unfortunately, it was not entirely unpleasant and i had to employ ( Read more... )

i have found myself bound by the hopeless torture of love. it has been most productive for me. i have never been in love before so it is earnestly helping me write. i have never been heartbroken either, so i hope that when that comes it is as inspirational as it seems. i am fascinated by that state and truly hope that is spawns at least one novella ( Read more... )

yesterday, I, amanda brocklehurst, had the spiritual experience of a lifetime when out of thousands of hopefuls, I was chosen to play the challenging role of corpse in our annual murder mystery. it was undeniably intense. you may want to skip reading this if you have a heart condition ( Read more... )