Ladies and gentlemen, this journal is no longer alive and kicking. It shall be left here as a memory, because it’s a nice little slice of insanity, and I’d probably miss it. Unfortunately, I was rather blonde (a trait held by many of my kind) when deciding the name, and have gotten rather sick of its randomness. So, if you would like to find me, I ( Read more... )

I'm much more sociable than I appear, it's just that the majority of my entries are now locked for personal reasons. If you're particularly interested in reading them, or just stalking in general, you're welcome to friend, because really, where is the love?

Eating your babies,
Nine.

More importantly, until five seconds ago, I had a perfectly ( Read more... )

Damn you, PM-chan. If you'd never rambled about "Law and Order", I surely wouldn't have watched three episodes straight of SVU tonight ( Read more... )

Oh. My. God.

I feel so loved!

...now I'm embarassed.

August 31st, 2004, Part-Two.You know, whenever I’ve previously contemplated going insane, I thought I’d do so from some sweeping balcony, hair long and curled in ribbons, wearing some low-cut dress with lots of layers displaying ample cleavage; I’d lean dramatically over the side and coo to the people passing by, that Satan was indeed my master. It ( Read more... )

On a random, oddly cheerful note, I have underwear. In my drawer.
Again.
Nggkh.

I feel awful[1], but Daddy-dearest is good for a laugh ( Read more... )

NINE: DAD! YOUR BLOODY PET IS STALKING ME AGAIN ( Read more... )

This is beyond irritating. What the fuck is this stupid LJ-thing doing?

[First job]: Since volunteering equals nada pay, I've been avoiding getting a job ( Read more... )