In which i turn and burn. not really, but i have Lady Lazarus on the brain.
2001-04-1 - 3:10 a.m. la. You know what scentance i /really/ hate? "it's just that..." nothing good ever comes after that one. Uh uh. Especially when it comes out of my own good mouth. Ah, la. Anyway, i am Happy. I am going to Faire tomorrow. This is more of a goodness than you can know -- unless you do happen to be a Faire Brat, in which case, you just might. I cannae find a skirt and my !@$%^&*(^! bodice don't fit, so i am going as a Catamite Page Boy. Binding what little breasts i have (Eat your heart out Gwyneth!!) and playing Bitch. Heh. And my dear Illia; it is her last day with us here in darling NC. Today/tomorrow. yeah, it's a fake 3 (DAMN Daylight Savings Time!!!) but i say that the day doth NAE begin 'til the sun hath rose pale pink past the drowsy horizon. Aw. I wax poetic. Just as long as i don't hafta wax my legs. Speaking of which, apparently, according to this fun personality test, i am 98% compatible with Alex Joly Moderne, au Laurachere. This does not surprise me as much as you might imagine. Today, my little Cori turned 18. I want to see my chere Sophia. I have missed her all bloody week. Ah damn. So many things... ...so little ammunition. Ah sink me.
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