It would seeme my recent Lacke of Jobbe will soon enough come to an end, as Ye Hotte Topick at Southecenter is hiring me as a Cashier after an interview today. This is most fortuitous, as I will not only be able to pay for rent, Cloves and the occasional Delytefull Glasse of Merlot, but I will get the Employee Discounte on eyeliner and clothing ( Read more... )

Sadly, Rente is due, and I lack coine due to freedome from my Corporate Masters at Cinnabon, and an unfortunate purchase of Sisters tickets ( Read more... )

I lurked in the Shadowes of the Danse Floore on Fridaye, trying to find my True Love, but I could not find her.

The rest of the weekende was spent in a haze of Merlot and Cloves, as I Writhed in Anguishe. Why must I be Cursed to love someone who pines after another? :(

as the myserey bleeds out from me around me
lyke the cuttes around my wrist
as the sadness echoes out
lyke the cries of ravens
as the darqueness slowly spreades
like the smoke from mye clove
i sit
waiting
hoping beyond hope that she
the fairest darquest rose of all
will prick me with her thorns
giving such exquisite agony
rapturous paine

Somethinge I sawe on the_forlorner's journal brought me to teares. Now I have mascara all over my face ( Read more... )

Ah, I cannot sleepe. Even my dreames moque me. But ye starlight is twinkling outsyde, and I suppose there is a nearbye Graveyard where I can contemplate the silence of Eternale Death.

Will the Turmoile never ende? I'm out of Aqua Net today. Woe.

(edit)...and cloves too. Ah, well, lyfe does continue, as dreary as it might be...

Forsooth, I am no longer a slave to my corporate Masters. So now I venture out of my Darque Qave to see what new fate will befall me.

Sadly, my musique still lies in tatters, unfinished. I feel such a sense of overwhelming ennui about it. :(