It was great when it all began...
Yeyah. Better believe it.
I'm alive.
So? What?
I can't explain it.You'd have to ask 'them'.
But, of course. You cayn't. They're gone.
You'd think after all I went through, they'd have taken me with 'em, huh?
But, no. They took away everyone I ever loved, and left me here.
For what? I don't know either.
"Time meant nothing."
It doesn't, y'know? I don't age. Maybe it was too much time with the 'foreigners' *LOL*
IT's all too much time. The minute they open the door to ya, it's curtains.
So, yeah.
Anyway, I'm blabberin' about nonsense, when y'all wanna know who I am, right?
*Touches spangly yellow top hat*
Columbia Jane Something or other.
Hey!
Don't laugh.
It's not my fault I can't remember any more. Is it?
Everything before has gone. There's just Frankie, and what has happened since. Another side effect of Transylvanian company, maybe. Sends ya nuts.
I'm a compulsive diary keeper. Who wouldn't be if they had to get their head around the maze of my mind?
So, yeah, I'm kinda hopin' this internet stuff'll open some doors to my past.
Meantime, show must go on, right?
I'm not sure about this typist thing. There's a depressive edge to Columbia right now...hope I can get her to twinkle again...
Erm, I'm also confused as to what happens after the intros...but, nevermind, I'm sure it'll come to me...*Thinks that maybe 41 hours and only 4 hours sleep might be warping ~her~ mind!*
I'm alive.
So? What?
I can't explain it.You'd have to ask 'them'.
But, of course. You cayn't. They're gone.
You'd think after all I went through, they'd have taken me with 'em, huh?
But, no. They took away everyone I ever loved, and left me here.
For what? I don't know either.
"Time meant nothing."
It doesn't, y'know? I don't age. Maybe it was too much time with the 'foreigners' *LOL*
IT's all too much time. The minute they open the door to ya, it's curtains.
So, yeah.
Anyway, I'm blabberin' about nonsense, when y'all wanna know who I am, right?
*Touches spangly yellow top hat*
Columbia Jane Something or other.
Hey!
Don't laugh.
It's not my fault I can't remember any more. Is it?
Everything before has gone. There's just Frankie, and what has happened since. Another side effect of Transylvanian company, maybe. Sends ya nuts.
I'm a compulsive diary keeper. Who wouldn't be if they had to get their head around the maze of my mind?
So, yeah, I'm kinda hopin' this internet stuff'll open some doors to my past.
Meantime, show must go on, right?
I'm not sure about this typist thing. There's a depressive edge to Columbia right now...hope I can get her to twinkle again...
Erm, I'm also confused as to what happens after the intros...but, nevermind, I'm sure it'll come to me...*Thinks that maybe 41 hours and only 4 hours sleep might be warping ~her~ mind!*