On Christmas day I had the pleasure of adopting a totally black and drop dead gorgeous kitten from a rescue home. He has brightened up the last few days more than I thought possible lol… What a cheeky little fellow he is… and I have named him Salem. I’ve posted a really shit picture of him but more will follow.
He’s so huge.. He’s only 10 weeks old and already his paws are nearly twice the size of my 13 year old cat ‘Duchess’, and his body is awesomely long which I presume means he’s going to be the biggest ball of fluff when he’s all grown.
Just wanted to share this with yall as I know some of you are cat lovers… especially cheese slave lol...

Anyway - catch ya later x

well it's been one of those days... I pretty much despise everthing right now. Should I cheer I will let you know - until then... f**k ~*&$ sh~t*ng Bas*r# MONKEY NUT

Ok so I’m getting a few views these days… that’s really rather awesome. Though I really need to be posting again. I go through fazes I guess - but of late I’ve had something of a mental block. Shame really. About to start my new course on Monday so that should be the start of something. We shall see. I’m in the middle of revising an old post (I need a dentist) - and I’ll put it up when it’s done. Though the chances of that are slim, as I’ve hardly started it… I never was one for punctuality.
Any who… Cenobites, I feel I may have to devote some of my time toward producing something based upon my favourite - The Chatterer. It was pointed out to me that I had already produced something that bared him a resemblance without noticing - of course that would be ‘Tapeworm’. But I shall do something slightly more obvious and intentional this time.
For now, I bid you fare well - I’m in a highly strange mood…

There was a party in a barn which I was invited to. It was pleasant enough and we (I’m not sure I recognised any of the company) all laughed and danced and drank. Then rather shockingly one of the guests paced over to a gentleman that was seated on a bale and held him tight with one arm round the throat. Just as quickly he took a gun from his pocket and promptly shot the man six times through the shoulders. The man died and we all ran in horror and hid behind the bales. Even though my eyes were tight closed I could see the murderer take off his clothes and start to hack off his own skin. It was so graphic and vivid. He bled all over the straw and screamed and laughed manically as he sliced through his skin. Then he took his fingers and pushed them hard into his sockets and shot himself in the face. He lay in a pile of crimson and everyone around me in a mad panic started to place the bodies into clear plastic bags. I could see him stare at me through the plastic. I ran out of the barn finally and into my mothers arms. The police arrived and I cried. Then I woke up.

Well I’ve passed the 1000 views. Took a long time really, but what did I expect? I really have to get some work done – but I’ve just not got the time. I can’t wait to start my fine art course. I’ll probably be able to put up something new everyday by then.
Still, I think it’s more than a month away yet – and I really am bored. Though my job keeps me going, it’s not exactly what I want to do.

I want to be swept away by a tall dark (yet v.pale) stranger. I want to be wined and dined. I want to be raced around a ball room in a huge flowing Victorian evening gown.
I want romance and excitement, I want flowers and chocolates. I want my stranger to take me away from the boring and mundane rituals of every day life.
I have to believe there’s something more, otherwise what’s the point in being alive? What’s the point in having such an active imagination if ultimately it means nothing. It’s setting you up for bitter disappointment.

Right ok – enough with the ranting, I’m not sure where it came from anyway.

G’day

Victoria x