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Monday, 5 April 2004
Life? What is this Strange Entity?
So this thing called living? What a necessary evil! I guess I'm dealing with it well though... Hey! I'm breathing right?!
Anyway, the personal life, all straight down the tube and headed for massive drainage, as I'm tired. Is it the world or is it me? Probably me, but I will stick with the habit and blame the world.
Writing is coming along. Found a couple of original stories from way back when, like when my compooter crashed the first time (it has had 3 more successful crashes since then). Hey I thought I lost those stories two years ago! Apparently there is some luck squeezed out of a lemon and meant for me specifically, usually its sour, but someone must have smiled and added some Sweet & Low this one time. I'm thanking the Goddess for small favors!
So my original bad ass baby Falling into Shadows is ALIVE! Yeah, bouncing off the walls and all that hyper activity. Woo Hoo! I'm thrilled, although it's only on the inside, as I look thoroughly pissed off on the outside. Hey, it's all about image, baby. And tis better to be pissed off than pissed on. I would know, I've had experiences with both. Neither a pretty picture.
Had to get the Graduation Stuff today. Hopefully they got the Cap and Gown size right. No one really wants to piss me off at this point, and tiny too-tight hats are not my thing. It's near the end of the school year and hey! My nerves are shot, I'm missing out on tons of sleep, I'm already an insomniac, I'm dealing with way too much, and I have this really terrible urge to strangle my guidance councelor.
I know, I should look into becoming a postal employee. Do postal employee's insurance cover institutionalization in mental wards? There is something to think about. Or perhaps dental? I do sometimes grind my teeth.
Okay so back to graduation gear. I got the pen, woo, and a t-shirt (it's white so it's never getting worn), and I suspect that they have uber fucked up with the gown, but I won't know until I try it own. If it only falls to my knees we got a damn problem, grrr...
As for today, it's livable, perhaps even managable. Obviously its survivable if I'm still here. As for everything else, when I send out the invites and collect the cash, I will send out my thanks, and then another special card about a week after the thank you's that says "FUCK OFF, BECAUSE YOU FAMIAL FREAKS HAVE TURNED ME INTO WHAT I AM! QUIT WHISPERING ABOUT ME YOU PRETENTIOUS ASSHOLES! IT WAS NEVER A SECRET THAT I WAS ADOPTED, AND YOU DIPSHITS, MY REAL DAD WAS A DESCENDANT OF THE ROMANY PEOPLE, SO HEY, I'M A GYPSY, AND A WITCH, SO FUCK WITH ME AND PISS ME OFF NOW! Have a nice life and learn to deal with reality. Ciao, Blake."
Now won't that be so nice of me? I know, but at least its cathartic... I do make efforts sometimes. And they dare to call me a slacker! Okay I've reached the empty point. More ranting planned for laters!
Blake
Posted by crescentmidnight
at 10:57 AM EDT
Friday, 2 April 2004
Born the Bastard Daughter of a Gypsy Man...
So hey out there in cyber space creepsville. As the title suggests, oh hell, it's self explanatory so deal. This is the site of the rants, the raves, and the bullshit, and no I'm not talking parties, although, hey talk about kudos cool!
I'm a fan of the coolest man alive in Rock and Roll. Nikki Sixx, you da man! Anyway, want more? You'll get it soon enough. I practically bitch almost all the time. 24/7 counts right? Yup that's all the time.
Blake
Posted by crescentmidnight
at 11:20 AM EST
Updated: Monday, 5 April 2004 10:28 AM EDT
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