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Belated but heartfelt
06:00 Nov 30 2009
Times Read: 628

Yes, I am one of those cold-hearted pricks who finds the holidays utterly depressing and hysterical at the same time, down with consumerism and all that humbugery.

The shit always seems to hit the fan around this time of year. It only makes sense with all the collective half-hearted expectations of cheer and goodwill laced with the growing sense of impending doom crouched over the aforementioned hope like a stray mutt hovering over it's last morsel of sustenance. Well, that mangy beast quickly spawns more and the whole lot amasses so quickly that our precariously stacked hope and cheer and goodwill and whathaveyou topples unceremoniously to the soles of our boots, bringing a certain red, squishy, annoyingly sentimental muscle with it.

Are you morose yet?

Yeah, me neither, years of Zack Braff movies have desensitized us late teen/early twenty-something brats to such woe-is-me-life-is-meaningless-and-I'm-the-only-one-who-realizes-it dribble.



But today, even though my bank screwed me out of yet another half a paycheck, my schooling is put off yet another semester, my close friends are quickly disappearing, my boyfriend's financial ineptitude has eviction warning notes sprouting from my door, and I'm sure I can think of at least 8 more in the next few moments but in the interest of sanity let's stem the griping there, despite those things I came to the sudden realization of how lucky I am.

I come home to a wonderfully charming, fantastically handsome, amazingly clever, devotedly thoughtful man who loves me with his entire being, a precious thing that many people never even come close to possessing. I have friends who would lay down their life for me and randomly let me know in the smallest/most monumental ways, I have two parents who-with all their many faults aside-love me unconditionally and have tried to give me a good shot in life the best they could, I am capable in my own right and have an awareness that is admirable if I would take a step back to appreciate anything that is me rather than automatically rejecting it and so, for all these things, I am thankful.

Lucky for the scene, trench coats are great places to hide a Tommy Gun
19:48 Nov 15 2009
Times Read: 653


OMG I LOVE YOU TOO!



I'm getting more than a little perturbed by the exaggerated displays of affection. Not just on the site but in the real world as well; angsts, woman and mobsters share this bizarre ritual. On VR it's merely to up the chances of a high rate, preempt and character attacks and receive attention with the least possible effort.



Women, however, are much more devious. We've concocted a whole spectrum of greetings and retorts that make it possible to rage an epic gang war at the counter of the local Starbucks with out anyone suspecting a thing. "Why I just saw her have a pleasant little chat with her sister-in-law over a Magnus Soy Mochacinnacappafrappaccino, I cannot imagine why she would go home and slit her wrists afterward!"



Angsts have are fairly split on the practice, some are just so starved for attention, terminally morose or fragile that they need to extend such a desperate plea in hopes of attracting a warm response. Others do it simply to show off. The Model Angsts. Like an artist displaying an extraordinary piece, these Queen Bees flutter their expertly painted wings and perfectly ornate stripes to the awe of their faithful followers, Goddess Ranchers simultaneously prodding compliments and herding stray cattle back to their wake.



Ah don't we all just admire the modest mobster with his humble desires? To stay alive and do it with style.

PRIVATE ENTRY
16:52 Nov 13 2009
Times Read: 669


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There's not one girl here that will be lead by her conscience in a world where every girl wants to be a model.
14:04 Nov 07 2009
Times Read: 680

I've been dancing around the name game for a little bit. Things are getting more than a little stagnant and I could use a fresh perspective. We tend to bend to what we surround ourselves with so why not mold it a little more to my taste. I like the literary reference of GalFriday but it's one that's lost on many (I have the "wuts ur name meen?" messages to prove it) and MrD absolutely hates it.



I'm not a 900 year old vampire and I don't personally know fictional characters so things like Countessa89 and LestatsCumSlut won't really work for me. I'm just a punky, weird, artsy, 19 year old girl with a pension for coffee, Jack Daniels and Kafka.



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