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| I'm dropping my Xanga. No one that doesn't check my LJ checks it anymore. | | |
| If anyone's been wondering about my lack of entries, if anyone even checks my journal anymore, it's becase of the lack of comments. I have no reason to update for others to read if no one says anything.. It'd be like writing in my real journal. The real one, with paper and pencil, not RealJournal. So come on, it's depressing to not see any replies to my last four entries. At least let me know you're reading this still. | | |
| Firarae: "Now you know why they don't let women into the military. I mean, a battallion of armed, pre-menstrual women marching across the battlefield, that would scare anyone! And think about it, if there wasn't a fight around, they'd pick one."
"And they'd win."
lacomie: there was a joke about female presidents and that
lacomie: like theyd blow up a country every month or something
lacomie: i would blow up a country just cuz i could. id like pick a little poor place and let everyone stay in really nice places so i could blow up their city or something and make it all pretty and happy
lacomie: i think that would be cool. so much destruction....
Firarae: blow it up does not = pretty or happy.
Firarae: Well, maybe happy
Firarae: but not pretty
lacomie: if i blow it up with a pretty happy bomb
Firarae: I can just see that
Firarae: a nuke with a pink bow tie
Firarae: "Happy birthday Russia!"
I was watching Drawn Together (Comedy Central) it's actually quite funny. But one of the characters (the black-and-white one) has a response to everything that doesn't work. We all remember my "EAT IT!" phase? She did the same thing!
"What are you doing?!?"
*muffled voice* "I'm eating the TV."
"Why?"
"Well, I couldn't find the remote..." | | |
| "She inhaled her death, and gazed to the object above her
'A black rose', she thought smiling as she remembered it's velvet petals
Her favorite flower, oh, what a delicate, beautiful, vicious flower it was
'The black rose, the flower of sorrow'
She let go of her last breath as she faded into darkness.
Witnessing this, the rose wept the only way it could,
blood dripping from it's petals, soon it too sank to the ground
joining it's admirer in hand..."
© Copyright 2004 Pessimistic Gothic Kitten (FictionPress ID:395041). All rights reserved. Distribution of any kind is prohibited without the written consent of Pessimistic Gothic Kitten.
Honestly, this was ironic. One of my signs/symbols is a bleeding black rose. That was from my friend Katie, on FictionPress. Wonderful writer, isn't she? | | |
| http://www.fictionpress.com/read.php?storyid=1772065
My first FictionPress upload! It's just the poem I posted before. But now it's official! | | |
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