In case anybody cares... I nearly forgot I had this account, actually. I've worked up enough confidence to post some things.

Let's see how long it lasts, yes?

Recent browsing here made me extremely embarrassed about what I posted. So I'm taking it down. I can't bear to think that somebody'd see it... *shudders*

It's not like I'd be using this site anymore anyway. I've moved over to livejournal (although I have issues with that one, too). In case anyone is interested, you can still find me there.

I wish I would just go mad. Maybe it wouldn't hurt so much anymore? I think staying sane and largely stable is a curse, really. I'm suited to being insane much better than being sane, believe me. I should be mad. And all I am is depressed, instead.

I cannot be what I want to be, but there is nothing I could possibly be instead. I'm not even a grand failure. I'm just... just 'this'

nothing

... or what I should do when I meet him:

- run away
- find a crucifix
- or maybe some garlic
- or perhaps silver
- or possibly iron
- run away SCREAMING!

... because chances are he'll be a insane, serial murder out plotting to rule the world possibly destroy it (or both) who gets through women like tissues and probably swings both ways, too.

On the bright side, my social life is perfectly normal and I fall for that kind of guy only when they are somebody sick imagination.

Than again, I haven't actually met the man of my dreams yet. Should I ever do, I'll still consider the above option, just to be sure!

That particular outburst was triggered by meeting Akio Ohtori. | click here for more |

"He would probably prefer to be the subject of gossip than a footnote in a high school English lit book. We can imagine him walking the streets of London today much as he did two hundred years ago, adored and despised in equal measure, but never dismissed as boring or staid or uninteresting. He arrived on the scene in the early 1800s and remains on the scene today. It seems as if a new biography is published every other year. He simply won't go away. And truth be told, no one wants him to go."
(Marilee )

There is an article around, extending on that subject, but it's subscription only now (it wasn't when I found it). It's entitled "Men, Women, and the Byron-Complex".

There are things that never lose their fascination, no matter how much time passes.