"I have read so many faery tales
Through adversity true love prevails
I wonder why there are not more
Where the Knight lies bleeding on the floor
After he dropped his witchling maid
And kissed another - she felt betrayed
So reclaimed his heart with knife and blade
To replace the heart he stole from her
Now she’s happy
Happy
Ever
After..."
I really should try to write some good things in here since all I really seem to do is mope. Sooo...
- At the weekend I made soup at Goblin Town and had a scene run that has had Ash growling and pacing at the back of my head ever since.
- Yesterday I joined many people for a lovely Chinese meal and after sat about and listened to people shouting at Fable and Soul Calibur.
- I have mostly finished the stonework behind the gargoyle in the painting. This is good because for something so dark and plain it took me ages to make the moonlight on it not look ridiculous. (It might still, but looks okay to me, so...)
- My father didn't give me a huge lecture about my lip piercing. He was disgustingly rude ("What is that pustule beneath your lower lip?" Answer - A small steel ball, as well you know, stop being a bastard) but didn't say anything further.
- My lip does seem to be healing and behaving; although I'll like it more when there's a thin hoop there instead of a ball I think it looks all right.
- I ordered a bottle of perfume oil called 'Black Annis' which smells like sunlight in caves, a darker slightly more male version of 'Kabuki'. This is a) a nice smell, and b) sadly useful in zg costuming terms.
Lastly, I asked about this before but none of you bastards really answered...
Who should play you (or me, or someone we know) in a film?
Perhaps I should ask this of the zg lot and their characters instead? Anyway. Go on - it's almost four o'clock, I don't believe for an instant you have anything better to do than indulge in a fit of whim and histrionics...
I wonder why there are not more
Where the Knight lies bleeding on the floor
After he dropped his witchling maid
And kissed another - she felt betrayed
So reclaimed his heart with knife and blade
To replace the heart he stole from her
Now she’s happy
Happy
Ever
After..."
I really should try to write some good things in here since all I really seem to do is mope. Sooo...
- At the weekend I made soup at Goblin Town and had a scene run that has had Ash growling and pacing at the back of my head ever since.
- Yesterday I joined many people for a lovely Chinese meal and after sat about and listened to people shouting at Fable and Soul Calibur.
- I have mostly finished the stonework behind the gargoyle in the painting. This is good because for something so dark and plain it took me ages to make the moonlight on it not look ridiculous. (It might still, but looks okay to me, so...)
- My father didn't give me a huge lecture about my lip piercing. He was disgustingly rude ("What is that pustule beneath your lower lip?" Answer - A small steel ball, as well you know, stop being a bastard) but didn't say anything further.
- My lip does seem to be healing and behaving; although I'll like it more when there's a thin hoop there instead of a ball I think it looks all right.
- I ordered a bottle of perfume oil called 'Black Annis' which smells like sunlight in caves, a darker slightly more male version of 'Kabuki'. This is a) a nice smell, and b) sadly useful in zg costuming terms.
Lastly, I asked about this before but none of you bastards really answered...
Who should play you (or me, or someone we know) in a film?
Perhaps I should ask this of the zg lot and their characters instead? Anyway. Go on - it's almost four o'clock, I don't believe for an instant you have anything better to do than indulge in a fit of whim and histrionics...