Fame and fortune saeem to get rather dull after a certain point in time, I mean, what exactly is there left to do in this plane of reality after you get everything you wanted, achieved your every goal? The only thing I could see such a person requiring is the secret of immortality, so that their treasures would remains theirs for all time. I often ( Read more... )

I've seem to have lost my remote. I can't be bothered with the trouble of finding it, and I can't be bothered getting out of my chair to switch channels every five minutes because my fickle mind has decided whatever sort of garbage I was previously watching is now no longer worth my time ( Read more... )

If you say whatever they want you to say, can you really escape? Who believes this crap, and how can they play it off in a court room? How sad the day is when this is finally a working form of prosecutorial defeat, if that's how the word is spelled. I always appreciate how after they're caught, admitted, and defeated, that they change the plea. It' ( Read more... )

Ah yes, ethereal damnation of our souls. Such temptations coursing in these sin bound veins of ours. It's the only glimpse of true happiness you will ever know in these flesh ridden tombs. Isn't this the best sort of education one has ever known? Haha, it almost makes you shiver with anticipation for what's in store the next day ( Read more... )

I sit here in the bleakest of the rooms, of course this is due to the blanket jammed into the blinds covering my window, making even the night come through filtered, and darker. Lenea is debating the fate of our noble country, it was bound to happen, this war of cultures. It is the one thing we love to conquer, the outlook of others. These maggots ( Read more... )

It's all tumbling down the yellow brick road. These ever so depressing people I am faced to deal with on a daily basis have now introduced me to their fourth face, and believe you me. He was no winner. I'm sure they're going to read this, but oh wait. April lost her Live Journal. Awww. Isn't that sad, so very, tragic. The tear crawls down my cheek ( Read more... )

I've recently learned a dear beloved anorexic whore we all know and simply dream about gutting, is now reading my diary. Awww. Isn't she sweet? It's such an adorable feature, especially when I wake up to dreams of cracking the bones that support her neck. The look of surprise you'll have, the sheer audacity I'm capable of, that you'll be so aware ( Read more... )

Oh my dear friend Christian. How I miss him and his ways. How I miss the cocaine. I can't even live through Christian to get the satisfying feel of feeding the addiction. At least I have my Nicotine, my blessed Nicotine ( Read more... )

Look, I helped Lenea. I'm such an adorable friend. Yes, I know. No, no. Oh please, you're making me blush. Anyway.
The Prophecy is on. The Starz network is playing The Prophecy all this week.
I'm in love. Oh, glory be.
Glory be indeed. Lucifer. Haha, what a nut. Eats that guy's heart. Whisper whisper.

Here comes Santa Claus.
Here comes Santa Claus.
He's rotting down memory lane.
Ha.
Ha.
Ha.
You'll never guess whose account I got into, baby.
Just wait until the tears flow.