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May. 17th, 2011

Terpsichore poisoned me with her itchy, antsy, stupidly tasty wine. It was better than my rum.

Oh my god, it's so much better than rum.

May. 6th, 2011

Though May has proven a very lucrative month for me so far, a girl can only sing "Proud to be an American" so many times before wanting to move to Canada.

I need a change of venue.

Nyxie, save me from the street crowd. Pretty please?

Apr. 17th, 2011

It was fun while it lasted, but damn it's nice to have breasts again.

Apr. 6th, 2011

Dad:

Her name was Eliza. She had long black hair and skin the color of cinnamon and sugar. I told her I was only in town for the week. She doesn't expect me to call, but she gave me her number anyway.

I do have to say, the grass may not be greener on this side, but I swear it's all marijuana.

[Video]

[Mel just clicks on the video feed and starts talking. The image really says it all.]

All right. I'll say it. This: not so bad.

It sure as hell will be interesting.
I'm feeling more like myself. I suppose the cure for extreme emotion is another extreme. Whatever.

[Filter:Pallas]

We should talk about all this stuff.

Fuck my life-

No, no way. This is how it all starts. Sending you private messages where no one else can see.


[/filter]
[Filter: Pallas]

I will eventually stop loving you. I know I will if I make myself.
Fucking hell. Screw this-

I don't need to say it to you. I don't need fucking closer.

Fuck me. No. I didn't mean it like that.

Shit.

Mar. 24th, 2011

I almost feel like I'm getting better. I didn't get into a fight last night or even exercise my little gift for tragedy.

Instead one of my acquaintances offered to take me home. This place is trash but I don't really mind. He wanted to have sex but the guy did so much coke and had way to much to drink he passed out before he even aimed for second base.

I think he's O.D'ed. Not to sure. I'll poke him again in an hour or so if he doesn't move.

[ Voice ]

Yeah, so I'm getting out of here. I hate these walls. I hate this air.

And by the time you all see this I'll be gone.

Thalia, I'm leaving a ton of my crap behind. Pitch it, keep it, do whatever you want.

I'm out.

[End voice feed. Responses will come several hours later. She is taking her computer, some clothes and a few other items.]

[ Voice ]

Here Kitty kitty.

Come out come out where ever you are. You think I'm afraid of this shit? Bring it bitches. Don't just have the fucking thing making noises at night. I don't sleep for shit anyway. Send the real thing of fangs and claws and I'll

Rip.
It's.
Guts.
Out.