The Ampleness of my Discontent
I just noticed that I'm about twenty different flavours of crazy and need some help with my blog Doll Part. Read it and tell me there's something wrong with me. I need someone to filter the bitter and at the very least keep the tone diatribe lite rather than an unending torrent of word vomit.
Love lolita? Got something to say? Willing to put up with my reckless disregard for the English language? Heck, I'd even consider you for this glamourous position just to dig the less ridiculous tangents of thoughts from the regurgitated noodles of insanity I call essays and articles.
Please email me at deepincoma at hotmail dot com.
Subject title: Ampleness of Discontent.