Becky

I had one of the greatest girls in the world over last night.
Becky and I met at a pagent last summer. For some reason or another, I completely connected with that girl.
I hadnt seen her since January.

I was up till 6 this morning, Becky passed out at 5:30. The night flew by.
I dont know if it's bad or not, but I like her... a lot.

She so sweet and funny and so fun to be around. She's gorgeous and has the greatest body I've ever seen. And she's one of the only people I've ever been up till the morning with. Time flys when I'm with her.

Je pense que je suis dans l'amour...

unknowing

My father just walked into my sisters room, gave her a kiss goodnight and told her he's putting the house up for sale tomorrow.

Walked into mine five minutes later, kissed me good night, and told me he'd see me later.

what will tomorrow bring?


Je suis ainsi effraye

Shopping

My hair is amazing. I am adorable.

I got gobs of clothes: Three pairs of capris and two pairs of pants; two tanks, a white dressy tank, and a long sleved white cotton shirt.
They are wonderful. But somehow, when you're shopping, your clothes are spectacular. But then you get them home, and they've lost their luster. There's still a pair of black yoga pants waiting for me in Old Navy. And a black and white tank at Target. But I spent an obscene amount of my mother's money and I feel very guilty, as usual.

Now, back to my hair.
I got layers, but it's still past my shoulders in my longest layer. And just at my chin at the shortest around my face. It's an adorable 'do and it is perfect for my hair type. My hair is so thick and there's so much of it that it's completely flat to my head from the sheer WEIGHT of it. So ixnay the body factor and I looked like a little kid. With over half of it gone, my hair is light an is full of body. This is where we insert yet another "I LOVE MY HAIR!".

So that was my day. Oh, and my ear is healing spectaularly. No hole anymore and the graft is taking. Can anyone say "Celebration"?

shopping

Tomorrow I'm off shopping. I'm excited. I need new clothes.
And I'm getting my hair cut.

Joie.

And here's to Les Petites Deces. Cheers!

It's over

Praise the Lord, it's over!

HA! Beat that stupid period.

I want to go swimming. But for the next week, the weather is deciding to be unbearably stupid and not warm enough for me to even go outside and SIT. Let alone swim.

But on the bright side, I'm getting my hair cut on Wednesday.

It seems stupid. I just spent the past two years growing it back out and now I'm going to cut it. Again. But it's not going to be short like it was last time. I looked like a boy.

Two weeks till the pageant. I'm not that excited about it, but I'm more excited than I was. I didn't want to go. Absolutely did NOT want to. Now it's alright. Perhaps I'll win something. AND The Boyfriend gets to go, that's a definite plus.

Well, this has been totally useless. Oh, while you're here, see the little link in the bottom left had corner of this window? Says "Tag Moi"? Click it. And Tag Moi DAMMIT!

Dreams

Every once in a while, I get snipets of dreams I've had in the past. Then it gets me thinking about the other dreams I have had. I can remember them with a surprising clearity, so I'm going to write the ones I am remembering now, so I can remember them one day when I cant anymore.

Dream One: A Davey-ish Dream
I'm in a downtown. It's weird and I get the feeling that it's London, or somewhere foriegn. Me and my family spend forever driving around in this city then finally find a vegan cafe on a back street. For some reason, we go there and I find it's a completely AFI themed place. I am inlove. My father refuses to eat anything there, but I pig out on wonderous foods. Then I go look at the stuff in the gift store place and find some beautiful AFI shoes. I dont buy them though, and I'm mad. But we go back later, I believe.

Dream Two: A Davey Dream
I'm at the school and in the gym with my mother. We're up by the stage and AFI is playing. I dont know how and I dont know why, but I'm not complaining. They have a wonderful show and everyone leaves except me. I'm sitting on the stage, waiting for my mom to be done talking with her friend, Lori, when Davey comes up to me and starts talking to me. We hit it off wonderfully and launch into an amazing conversation. When it's time to leave, he gives me his shirt, I believe and I get a whole lot of pictures of him. We hug and he promises to come see me soon.

Dream Three: One from last summer
I'm driving a pick up truck to this big building out in the middle of nowhere. I park the truck and get out and start walking to the building. I'm pregnant. Very pregnant. I go into the building. It's dimly lit and poorly furnished. There are lots of women having babies. I go over to a woman who's in labor and I help her through it. Then I have my baby. Then I head back out to the pickup without the baby and drive away.

Dream Four: Another one where I'm pregnant and from last summer
I'm in a boarding school and again, I'm pregnant. I am informed I'm leaving. I gather my things and go out and board the carriage that's waiting for me. Then I'm arguing with my boyfriend about going to London or China. Then I'm on a boat and I'm in early labor. I get off the boat and I'm carrying my things through a city and go to the hospital where I have my baby. It's a boy. Then I return to the boarding school, very sore. And I'm talking to the head mistress about something. Then I eat chocolate... ?

Enjoy.

Movies

I watched the 100 Scariest Movie Moments earlier. It makes me want to watch scary movies. The old one that are really scary. But then again, I dont, because I hate being scared. Anyway, for the sake of wasting time, here's a list of what I want to watch: They arent in any particular order...except in the order of my thinking of them...

1. Rosemary's Baby
2. Audition
3. House of 1000 Corpses
4. The Omen
5. The Birds
6. The Others
7. Candyman
8. The Sixth Sense
9. Deliverence
10. Fatal Attraction
11. Cujo
12. The Last House on the Left
13. Nosferatu
14. The Wicker Man
15. Serpant and the Rainbow
16. Jacob's Latter
17. Freaks
18. Misery

Those are just the ones from the countdown that I would like to see... I cant even begin to think of the other ones I'd like to see.

In Other News:

My father is home and is being a major ass... again. He's so mean and makes life Hell here... I hate him. I wish he'd hit me so I could turn him in for child abuse. I dont care if it would hurt. I've had so many daydreams about that. Which is severely sad, but I dont care. It gives you a feel for the amount of desgust he fills me with.

I suppose that's all for now. Cheers to bad moods induced by the malignant souls that run rampant in this world. How lucky am I to have one as my father?

Wishing

I wish I were a pretty asian boy.
I'd be bi, of course. But a lot of the time, I hate being a girl. I feel like I should have been a boy. A pretty one who looked almost like a girl, but not quite. A very feminine boy.
Hell, I'd go for just an caucasian boy, as long as I were pretty...

I feel so confused right now... I love my boy... I wish I had a girl... But for some reason, guys together gets me off like no other, and I wish I could do it too...

The thought has crossed my mind tonight to go through the whole sex changing ordeal... but I want to have a baby...

Me and never being satisfied with what I have... I am so pathetic....

Vacation

I'm becoming increasingly more convinced that The Boyfriend and I should take a well needed vacation to Rome, Italy, France, and the UK. A beautiful month long journey through those countries; a week in each. Just us, together, with nothing but the clothes on our backs and the money we brought. Staying in low rent hotels and wandering the streets visiting cozy cafes and amazing art galleries. I want to buy clothes that actually fit and spend hours in bliss with the one person on this earth that could induce such paradise.

But we are without the funds to do so. Let alone opperatunity.
Which blows harder than a broke crack whore with withdrawal.
*sigh*

I wish we had a night together, watching movies and stars, talking about sweet nothings. And kisses that make the sky explode with color my eyes have never seen. But that night cannot be had, and it's some what discouraging.

I have this wonderful being as mine, finally, and I dont get my time with him. Damned law. Damned work. Damned anything that's keeping us apart. Just damn.

Her Royal Majesty

This is my kitty, Jacquolynne.
She's a little over a year old and she weighs 12 pounds already. She's fat, and lazy; but she's a good cat and she loves me.

She rules the house and all of her loyal subjects that reside in it.

I figured since she is such a good cat, she deserved mention here.

Ripping out my uterus

Damned period... I should just rip my uterus out and the problem would be solved. Though it would be one hell of a stain to get out of the carpet. Too much work, so I don't think I'll attempt it.
Why is it that I have had that joyful time of the month since I was NINE years old? Why ME?!? And why is it that I have been developing since I was eight, and still I barely fit a size 34A bra? Life's unfair.

Let's see, what else to complain about...:::

Went shopping today. Not a success (clothing wise, that is) at all, which is slightly depressing. Very few stores had ANYTHING that wasn't too big, and the ones that did were horridly overpriced. So I am without new clothes again, and I'm in somewhat desperate need of them. So if anyone's living in or traveling to Europe anytime soon, feel free to pick me up as many XS clothes as you'd like. Fashion there is ungodly gorgeous and everyone's tiny, so they actually MAKE clothes that would fit me. I was in a store today with all European imported clothes and there was so much there, but it was so expensive *sigh* What's a girl to do?

BUT all is not lost. I found the swim suit top to go with my bottoms I got last week. And I found some deals at Bath and Body Works... Though I'm kicking myself now for not picking up more.

Anyone ever used the Oral-B Pulsar toothbrush? Oh, it's heavenly. If you are as obsessed with brushing your teeth as I am, I recommend it.


Damn... My last good piece of Russel Stover chocolates...

The Boyfriend went to Warped today. I envy him for that. But at least AFI wasn't at that one, or else I would have died. But I'm hoping he had fun, though I wont be able to hear about it till at least tomorrow because he's completely wiped out. The dear boy, I love him so...


Ah yes, this was a USELESS post. Hopefully I have some readers out there... Other than Megan, of which I know personally. So anyone out there who has just stumbled upon this, let me know what you think.

And Until later I wait, wait for the darkness to explode into light that blinds me.
Fair thee well.

To the Stars

me: look at the sky, it's so pretty...

Him: we should go there

me: go where?

Him: *points to star* there. Go the distance. Where no one else has been before. I'll take you there. We'll fly there. I'll fly you there.

me: *smiles and starts to cry while putting my head on his shoulder*

Him: To the moon and back. We'll go there. I love you

me: I love you too.

Him: I hope you'll sleep well tonight. Good night my princess.

L-O-V-E :::viewer discresion is advised

And for those of you who are still reading this despite the title, just don't say I didn't warn you.

I am so utterly in love. It's the grandest feeling on this tiny Earth, the grandest in the neverending universe. I love love.

The Boyfriend called the night before last at 2:30 in the morning. I was fighting for sleep while my cats were gallivanting around in my room, knocking over anything they could get their paws on. Just seconds before the phone rang, the thought came to mind to call him, but I figured I shouldn't because I didn't want to wake him if he was asleep.

We talked till it started to get light outside and figured we should catch some rest. His reasoning for calling me so late was that he felt lonely and felt bad that he hadn't been calling me much. His job at the store now seems almost a burden to him, though it pays rather well.

During our conversation we talked about all the sweet nothings we always do. He read me some of the things he wrote. He's a beautiful writer and I'm envious of him because of it. Then he told me to listen to something and tell him if it sounded familiar. He then read me a very long passage that indeed I did remember. I cried because it was one of the things he wrote to me during the long period of darkness he saw me through. It is a beautiful piece, even more beautiful when he read it and stirred up the memories of that time.

I've been doing a lot of happy crying of late. All because of things he says or does. I still am in complete awe of our relationship and the sole fact that we finally have a relationship. It's beyond me how it all finally worked out after almost a year of simply entertaining the idea of it. He was my best friend, the best girlfriend a girl could have. And all of this is still true, only adding in the fact that we can have the privilege of letting everyone know we're together. Indeed he does do that. Every time I'm with him when we meet someone new, he shows me off and is so proud of the fact that we no longer have to hide what we feel for each other.

All these words, all these sentences, and I still haven't a clue how to explain it. I have the kind of relationship, the depth of love, that I used to gag at. When I was so mad at everything for not letting me experience that. But I suppose I have been repaid. In the most brilliant way possible.

Now, for those who have lasted this long, I congratulate you for not projectile vomiting all over your screen. I've been at the point where I'd not like to read of this type of thing, so I know what it's like. Thank you for staying with me this long.

In other news:

Today is one of my friend's due date for her baby.

And I found out one of my closest friends may be pregnant.

Get rid of one and earn one back, I suppose.

Wanting

I hate Target.
Well, I dont actually hate Target, I just hate going to Target. I love Target. But I hate going there now, because I see all these wonderful things and cant help but imagine me shopping there when I'm on my own, coming home to The Boyfriend, who has just gotten home from work. Then I bum a massage from him because everyone has to pay to get them from him, but I get them for free.
I can imagine going to Target and buying whatever I want because I make enough money to. Going to Target in the afternoon, after I've spent the whole morning working on my next novel. It sounds glorious. That's how I want to spend my life: Writing in the morning, going to Target in the afternoon, then having my loving husband home when I get back. It's a dream though. The Boyfriend, I am almost 99% sure, is going off to college come September. Not waiting for me like in so many day dreams I've had about our perfect life.
Target just happens to dangle all this in front of my face, getting it's jollies from seeing me miserable. This is why I hate going there.
I was there one time with my little sister, it was just before Christmas and we were walking through the ailes, waiting for my mother to get back from who knows where. Well, we passed this beautiful little table and chairs set. I turned to my sister in the cart, and told her that I thought they were adorable. She asks "Are you and [The Boyfriend] going to get them for your house?" It was so innocent and sweet. I cried. Him and I had just gotten together, but there was a chemistry there and had always been there, since the day we met over a year ago. My mother was the one to tell me I liked him, and she knew he liked me. I knew my mother could see it, though she sees everything. But in that moment, I saw that even a little six year old could see what he means to me, and it turn, what I mean to him.
Summer break seems to like to test me too. I've seen him maybe three times since school's been out. Let me tell you, it's painful. I miss him something terrible. He works almost everyday so I dont even get the choice of talking to him on the phone. Ah well, what can you do? I guess it just makes the time we are together more beautiful.

In other news:
I spent all day outside, trying to get that tan I so desperately needed. And I'm proud to say I have enough of one that my skin isnt see through anymore. Plus I dont glow in the dark. I kid you not, lift the covers up at night and you see two big sticks glowing from within. Not a pretty sight. But along with being outside and putting on Tan Accelerator every two hours has it's cons too. My shoulders and half way down my back are FRIED. Ouch.

Things Have Changed

I remember last year, at this time. I hadn't left the house since school was out and I felt as if I was in solitary confinement. But this year, wow... I don't even know how to put it. Sure, I haven't been many places other than my house, but there is the option of doing it.
The Boyfriend is wonderful. And he's nothing like the last one. We'll call him The Ex. Well, The Ex would get mad at me if I wasn't there to answer the phone when he called. He'd get mad if I was there to answer, but my mom answered the phone. There's a very lengthy list of the things I was forbidden to do. It was terrible. But I suffered silently. Till my best friend, consequently The Boyfriend, told me that what The Ex was doing was wrong. I was confined all summer long to my home, making sure the phone was next to me all of the 10+ times he called every day.
But this summer is a strong contrast to last summer. And I'm glad of it. A complete 180 degree rotation. The Boyfriend encourages me to get out and do something. He makes sure I have time to myself. The Boyfriend isn't constantly mad at me. I am so relaxed. So at ease. So happy. Something I've wanted for so long.
I can feel something. In the air around me. In the sun that shines through the window (even though it's overcast and 45 degrees out). In the night times when I'm up till 3 a.m. reflecting on how far I've come in a year. This summer is different. This summer is good. Another thing I've wanted for so long. And it's all because of one person, who saved me from something that could have trapped me forever. To The Boyfriend, who wont read this but needs a shout out: Thank you for saving me. I love you.

Note: Everyone, if your sigificant other is telling you where to go/not go, what to wear/not wear, ect. Get Out. If they are hitting you, making you feel bad about yourself, calling you names, ect. Get Out. I spent over a year with a person who did just that. It was the biggest waste of time, energy, and spirit I've gone through. It's horrible. It's painful. Get Out while you still can.

Little Apple Red

Beautiful little girls make up the dolls by brilliant artist Ufuoma Urie. They reside in the Inbetween Place.

From the Little Apple Dolls Official Site:

The Little Apple first came to life in photographic works artist Ufuoma Urie had created that explored myths to do with creation and destruction. The symbol of the wounded, "pin-cushion" apple as an inanimate object who is capable of showing emotion as hero/saviour/sacrifice began to feature prominently in narratives the artist had written. As a symbol in myth, fairytale and religious texts, the apple has represented temptation: an alluring yet tainted object not appearing as it seems: that which is desired which ultimately unsettles those who come into contact with it.

The apple developed a persona in its own right, acting as protector of souls and guardian to the children or rather the hand-crafted child sized dolls. The dolls are a visual combination of foetus/toddler and skeleton. Their faces are not fully formed. They are without key facial features which may render them monstrous yet they are creatures of beauty. They look the way they do because they inhabit the place in between life and death. They are meant to represent a border: they are not dead but they certainly are not alive! One would imagine that each doll character has had a similar experience to the Little Girl in the story and has ended up in between places.

The appearance of Kook came about when Urie became frustrated with being in an environment (art college) where every word that was uttered had to be questioned and intellectualized. This may make for interesting conversation but after a while becomes tiresome and repetitive. Kook is a reaction towards this and a kind of homage to the books one reads as child. The character, herself a child of the inbetween place states her sentences and repeats herself, listing all the activities she engages in, with humour and child like innocence.

I am the proud owner of two of these lovely dolls. Sure, they are kind of creepy at first, but I've fallen in love with mine. Dont worry, they dont come alive at night. (though that would be wonderful. I'd like to meet them). And they are a very welcome part of my room. They blend in well. But they scare anyone who comes in for the first time. I treat them like my room mates (is that weird?) and I talk to them from time to time. But it seems like they have their own personalities, which probably is why they freak so many people out.

I suggest you check them out. Even if it's just a peek. Hell, you can buy one for me if you'd like. (I'm kidding, but if you'd like to, go right ahead)

The Downfall

And Avril just fell far from the top at the moment. I've come across pictures of her smoking. That just saddened me. I hate smoking. I hate it when people smoke. It seems like everyone's doing it lately. And every single time I find out someone new is doing it, my heart falls knowing that they have just fallen in my respect standings.
I just recently found out someone very close to me does it. It hurt. I remember crying and crying. I remember the terror I felt. The disgust I felt the days immediately afterwards when I'd smell it. And I remember making that compromise, because they weren't going to stop.
Then my breakdowns after that, hating every single time they did it when I was around. And then the reassurance I received.
I hate it. I hate smoking.

But hopefully they will stop and I will be a peace with that one little thing, out of many, that could kill them.

Why cant the entire world just ban cigarettes? It kills the consumer and it kills those around the consumer. It's killing the Earth. Tobacco is the worst murderer that has ever been. We get rid of all the other murderers out there, or at least the ones we know about. We've known about Tobacco for a very long time and we still have yet to do anything about it.

Why kill yourself? And why for heaven's sake fill MY lungs with that malignant cloud of poison?

*sigh* I hate smoking.

Decemberunderground

This, in my opinion, is one of the most brilliant albums I've ever had the pleasure of hearing. With it being so brilliant, I thought it deserved an entry. Don't worry, the brilliant band that came up with this brilliant album will have an entry too, because without them (AFI for those of you who are lacking intelligence in this area) this album would have never been made.

1) Prelude 12/21
One reviewer wrote that it sounded like a twisted nursery rhyme. That was a good way to put it. I find myself singing it from time to time. I think it's a beautiful introduction to the album. I'm in love with the stomp-clap-stompstomp-clap pattern along with the xylophone-type notes at the beginning and the end of it.

2) Kill Caustic
This isn't one of my favorites, but it isn't bad either. It's a good song but there's a bit too much screaming in it for my taste. I do like the part right after the guitar break right before two minutes comes around.

3) Miss Murder
I fell in love with this song the first time I heard it. The first new material I'd heard from AFI in a long while. You could have given me almost anything and I'd have loved it. It's beyond catchy, which is good in my book. Walking down hallways I'd sing it and people would give me weird looks. I was happy to see it was slightly changed from the version we got before the album was out. A longer guitar break before "What's the hook, the twist...".

4) Summer Shudder
This is a beautiful song and I was greatly surprised when I heard it for the first time. I adore the chorus to it. The whole song is just wow. And the phone dialing in the middle, it was just amazing. To be holding something that could go with the mystery ** it was just amazing. I love "this is the fall, this is the long way down".

5) The Interview
Such a mellow song. It's pretty and it makes me cry. Beautiful. Favorite part: the ending "I flee to decemberunderground". A pretty lullaby.

6) Love Like Winter
Another really catchy one and one I sing a lot. Reminds me of '80's music mixed with AFI. A very tasty recipe for me. I'd like to drink it all day. "I barely dreamt her yesterday" and again the chorus is marvelous. One of my favorites.

7) Affliction
Here's the other heavy screaming track. The only other track on the album that I don't absolutely adore. But I do love the hidden track after it. The crying girl talking gives me chills and reminds me of someone I would hold dear to my heart. I'd like to help her. "Lover, I am loveless" and "so stay sweetly numb" I also love the upward scale of the "me"s.

8) The Missing Frame
This is my favorite. And it was hard to judge which one I liked best. But this is it. It makes me happy and I have to jump up and dance to it every time. The chorus is my favorite "I'll let you tear it up, if you don't wake me up. But if you tear it, we cant repair it. So please don't wake me, Till someone cares. Now no one cares". Another '80's sounding one. I absolutely adore this one. I love the ending also. I love the song. Period.

9) Kiss and Control
This one is a bit harder than the other ones, but not nearly as much as Affliction and Kill Caustic. Though I don't know how you'd compare the songs. I love the quiet start then the energizing screams of the chorus. The gang vocals are superb in this one also. At the end there is a spoken part that is sure to give you chills. This being around the 30th time I've listened to it and I'm still cold.

10) The Killing Lights
This is where my blog summary THING is from. I love the first verse. Another catchy one. They have mastered the catchy song concept. I wake up singing this one. Favorite part "they cut cut cut cut cut cut you up".

11) 37mm
This is a mellow one and I would like to just zone during it. Another potential tear jerker, for me anyway. A beautiful song. "Time, time, Tiiime"

12) Endlessly, She Said
I love this one. It has a sort of mystery to it. I love the lyrics. A wonderful way to end the album. This one is sad. Makes me miss someone I haven't even known. And just as the entire cd has been, Davey's vocals are wondrous. "I will wait for you, she said. Endlessly" and the gang vocals "I will wait".


It was an amazing cd. The first time through, I was speechless. I couldn't form words for it. I wanted to cry and laugh and thank the boys for making such a masterpiece. I am beyond pleased with my purchase. And for anyone who cares, I got Jade!


**for those of you who have no idea what I'm talking about but would, here's a link to the post on the AFI board about the mystery: Charlotte

Terms of Service

Someday I'll accidentally give my soul to the devil... but it will have been clearly stated in the terms of service... which out of habit, I did not read.

Hitting Close to Home

Living in a very rural area in the Midwest has it's ups and downs. It's beautiful out here, but we're very cut off from society. Or at least the society I am grouped with.

We have a very small homosexual community. Now, by small I don't mean there aren't the numbers there are everywhere else, I mean that there are very few that are out. This fact alone alienates a lot of us, making us feel very alone and sometimes very wrong in our feelings. But thanks to all the gay rights movements now, we can know that we aren't alone. It's just a shame that we cant have a thriving gay community like everyone else. This, perhaps is because of our parents' and our ancestors' are so strongly rooted in religion. To the point where many of them are almost extremists. This fact alone makes coming out a terrifying feat. For example, if I were to come out to my parents, my mother may accept it because she is a very open minded person, but my father would most definitely disown me. Don't get me wrong, there ARE other gays here. A couple of which I know of, but I think it would be a much more comfortable place if there was a whole mass of homosexuals, who could stand up to all the bullying and the discrimination here. I love to surround myself with people who are like me and who have that major factor in common with me. Because we can connect on a different level. It's a beautiful thing.

The amendment that Bush is trying to pass to ban gay marriage is in my opinion one of the most offensive things he's done. What does it matter to him if two men in Colorado get married. And why is it such a big deal if they adopt a child? We have so many children without parents, and why is it wrong to give them homes? Sure, gay couples cannot have children of their own, and that's one issue non-supporters of gay marriage have. But we have a sky rocketing population on this planet. Why not let two very capable adults take care of children who don't have parents to take care of them? I thought this country was free. I thought there was this little thing claiming the separation of church and state? Sure, it's considered a sin to a vast majority of Christians for men to be together and the same for women. But that is a CHURCH thing, isn't it? It should have no baring on whether or not it's legal.

Who knows, maybe we'll see a day, when two people who are in love can marry, no matter what gender they are. But until then, I'm still planning to move to a country where it's legal. Where I have rights even if I have a girlfriend/wife.

Come In

Stay a while, if you'd like.

My name does not need to be known, but you can call me Erro.
I've surfed and searched and nearly drove myself crazy looking for something to read on a regular basis.

Something witty and loaded with attitude.

Written by someone with strong opinions and a somewhat pushy personality.

Something I'd enjoy reading.

But also someone who would give advice, and not just in daily entries, but someone who could be contacted and who would be willing to give personal advice too.

A blog that would bear all but still leave a little mystery as to make it seem like it was someone everyone knew personally.

Someone who could appeal to almost anyone.

A place where you could go in any mood.

A place to flee to when things get rough.

A place to hang when you haven't anything better to do.
I found one for me, kind of. Written from Singapore. But that wasn't enough for me.

I'm a writer, and I wanted to do it to.

So that's what I'm going to attempt to do.

WARNING:

I am a strong believer in my opinions, and I'm very unpredictable.

Be expecting something crazy at all times.