Post by drknss on Jan 6, 2008 16:00:18 GMT -5
Dear Diary,
There are certain mysteries of the universe that will most likely never be solved. Mysteries like the big bang, the origin of life, and the whereabouts of Jimmy Hoffa, will likely never be solved. Add to that another mystery for people to ponder, how Kagura Himecho somehow squeaked passed me with a win. And by submission as well.
Congratulations, my sweet innocent little Kagura. You have done well my living anime. But know this, the next time I see you, I will destroy you. Not because you beat me. I really do not care about that. I just want to see that beautiful little bubble you are in pop.
Speaking of bubbles, I am sure that the New Year faired very well to my next opponent, Miss Emily Star. I am sure she got well acquainted with a bit of the bubbly, as well as everything powder that the eyes could see. I am sure that she enjoyed every second of pumping those putrid chemicals through herblack heart.
Me, I don't need chemicals to make my heart black. It just is. I don't know what made me that way. I could say it was my daddy touching me in my secial no-no place, but that would be a lie. I don't have a father, and my no-no would have definately been a yes-yes if I had one. I could say that it was do to my mother beating me with a wire hanger until the blood flowed freely from my mangled face, causing me to look much like Emily Star. But that was loads of fun.
In the end, there is something to be said for nature over nurture, and maybe it is true that people are born with varying degrees of heaven and hell already in them. And if that is the case, then the fires of the pit definately burnt away my blue heaven long ago.
But heaven and hell are subjective are they not? What is hell for me, a baby crying at the top of its lungs while I try to drink a mocha in peace, may be heaven to its mother. And if I were to smother that baby with its pretty clown swaddling cloth as its mother looked on in sheer terror, I am sure that would be considered dreadfully evil by many. But when I go back to sip on that chocolate in peace, that would be heaven.
But hell is subjective, as I stated, and Emily Star claiming she has been through hell, well, that just makes me laugh. What's the matter poor little Miss Star, did your daddy not get you enough pretty shiny things? Did your mommy not curl your hair just right?
It doesn't matter, because little bitches like her will always bitch and moan about their upbringing, using chemicals and booze to mask that oh so sacred truth, that they have no idea what pain and suffering is. But I would be more than happy to introduce her to a pain and misery far beyond any these miserable excuses for women's wrestlers have yet to endure.
She calls herself "Miss Kiss of Death". The death of my entertainment, yes. But I have once been wrapped by the sweet embrace of the Grim Reaper, swapping my bodily juices with him, and I can tell, this girl has no idea what she is talking about. But if she cares to find out, this week, I would be more than happy to arrange an introduction.
Hopefully this time, luck will have nothing to do with it. But enough about business, diary, lets get personal. I find it sad that my life has gotten into the state it has. I am so alone, I feel dangerously close to becoming one of those terrible stereotypes. Also, I miss the feeling of dampness between my legs, although those howls that Kagura made as I dug and twisted my heel into her nubile flesh did bring back a bit of tingling.
But this place, it is full of romance. Though the sugary sweetness of Wayne and Vanessa, Kurt and Kat, and that quest for love that Kagura is on make me sick, it heightens my awareness that something is missing. I need to find someone. Not for this love of which everyone speaks, I don't think I could ever muster up that emotion. I am pretty sure it does not even exist. But I want someone, some fresh soul, with some sparkle of life and hope, and I want to feel every ounce of his soul drip into me as I suck that hope right out of him. But more importantly, I just want to get laid.
Well, I guess it is time to put you down now diary. I don't want to feel anymore pathetic than I currently do.[/i]
There are certain mysteries of the universe that will most likely never be solved. Mysteries like the big bang, the origin of life, and the whereabouts of Jimmy Hoffa, will likely never be solved. Add to that another mystery for people to ponder, how Kagura Himecho somehow squeaked passed me with a win. And by submission as well.
Congratulations, my sweet innocent little Kagura. You have done well my living anime. But know this, the next time I see you, I will destroy you. Not because you beat me. I really do not care about that. I just want to see that beautiful little bubble you are in pop.
Speaking of bubbles, I am sure that the New Year faired very well to my next opponent, Miss Emily Star. I am sure she got well acquainted with a bit of the bubbly, as well as everything powder that the eyes could see. I am sure that she enjoyed every second of pumping those putrid chemicals through herblack heart.
Me, I don't need chemicals to make my heart black. It just is. I don't know what made me that way. I could say it was my daddy touching me in my secial no-no place, but that would be a lie. I don't have a father, and my no-no would have definately been a yes-yes if I had one. I could say that it was do to my mother beating me with a wire hanger until the blood flowed freely from my mangled face, causing me to look much like Emily Star. But that was loads of fun.
In the end, there is something to be said for nature over nurture, and maybe it is true that people are born with varying degrees of heaven and hell already in them. And if that is the case, then the fires of the pit definately burnt away my blue heaven long ago.
But heaven and hell are subjective are they not? What is hell for me, a baby crying at the top of its lungs while I try to drink a mocha in peace, may be heaven to its mother. And if I were to smother that baby with its pretty clown swaddling cloth as its mother looked on in sheer terror, I am sure that would be considered dreadfully evil by many. But when I go back to sip on that chocolate in peace, that would be heaven.
But hell is subjective, as I stated, and Emily Star claiming she has been through hell, well, that just makes me laugh. What's the matter poor little Miss Star, did your daddy not get you enough pretty shiny things? Did your mommy not curl your hair just right?
It doesn't matter, because little bitches like her will always bitch and moan about their upbringing, using chemicals and booze to mask that oh so sacred truth, that they have no idea what pain and suffering is. But I would be more than happy to introduce her to a pain and misery far beyond any these miserable excuses for women's wrestlers have yet to endure.
She calls herself "Miss Kiss of Death". The death of my entertainment, yes. But I have once been wrapped by the sweet embrace of the Grim Reaper, swapping my bodily juices with him, and I can tell, this girl has no idea what she is talking about. But if she cares to find out, this week, I would be more than happy to arrange an introduction.
Hopefully this time, luck will have nothing to do with it. But enough about business, diary, lets get personal. I find it sad that my life has gotten into the state it has. I am so alone, I feel dangerously close to becoming one of those terrible stereotypes. Also, I miss the feeling of dampness between my legs, although those howls that Kagura made as I dug and twisted my heel into her nubile flesh did bring back a bit of tingling.
But this place, it is full of romance. Though the sugary sweetness of Wayne and Vanessa, Kurt and Kat, and that quest for love that Kagura is on make me sick, it heightens my awareness that something is missing. I need to find someone. Not for this love of which everyone speaks, I don't think I could ever muster up that emotion. I am pretty sure it does not even exist. But I want someone, some fresh soul, with some sparkle of life and hope, and I want to feel every ounce of his soul drip into me as I suck that hope right out of him. But more importantly, I just want to get laid.
Well, I guess it is time to put you down now diary. I don't want to feel anymore pathetic than I currently do.[/i]
