Death Does Not Become Me....

So after joining the Party , I never lack of social interaction. I've met a few new persons that I enjoy hanging out with, and they aren't afraid of my prescence because of my associations (which believe it or not disuades people from hanging out with me) They are my associations! A nice man by the name of Antonio, who makes me kiss his cheek, and a dear Tristen, who likes to look at girls, no matter who or what they are. Samael is fun, too, and always makes me laugh, but he's entangled with a new girl every time I see him. We've kind of learned to brush that off and expect it from him now. Maybe he didn't get this many girls back in Sea-at-tel? *shrug* Whatever. And my Zillahface. He makes me smile, no matter what trouble he's causing. Yes, I'm aware he does this... yes, I'm aware he does that. What's it to you? He knows where to come home, is all that matters. I left him a lovely spraypainted message the other day in the Warehouse. Fo

So I missed Mistress Nadia's wedding to Mister Moris. I am very sorry Mrs. Nadia, but please understand that it was a social scene that I couldn't put myself in. I do congratulate you for your happiness though! May you and your husband smoosh all the lil minions you can in Hell. (funny how in any other situation, this would sound like a threat, but it's really not!) And last night! It was Kairi and Archangel's big night. They'd been talking about getting married for ages and ages. It's funny how everyone wants to get married nowadays... but anyways. My date made a fuss about dressing up, so I made him wear his pants with the spikes on them. He looked delicious as always. I dressed up as well, but the only person that noticed was Kairi. It's not very often I get to wear all my jewelry and lace! After finding ourselves at the wrong altar, we finally made it to the wedding site which was to be officiated by the Abbot Suger. I don't really like t

So this lovely gentleman by the name of Joel asked me for a visit. I don't know Mister Joel very well, just from those that he associates with, really, but I appeased him and travelled to his home in Salem. It was a brutal trip, with villagers spitting in my path and muttering profanities in my direction. They called me a witch! The audacity! Some law enforcer shuffled me about, glared at me with his wonkey eye, and threw me in an uncomfortable cell. When he turned his back, I escaped, so if you hear of any of those types looking for a gypsy, tell them I've gone on vacation. Anyways, I followed the directions given to me to his home, knocked a few times, and he smiled when he answered the door. I was a bit nervous at first, being at a stranger's house alone, especially a stranger that doesn't have carpetting, but I found his floor to be quite comfortable after a few minutes. He instantly became pressing with questions. Questions about my Zillahface, about plans

In this life, it's really hard to determine who your friends really are. I found that your friends are the ones that stick with you, through thick and thin, who still have the gall to make fun with/at you, but are there for a hug when you need it. I used to have certain friends that would speak to me on a regular basis. They used to care what was going on in my lil nomadic life. But I started associating with persons that they disliked. Maybe it was because I didn't join their little sewing circle clan because I saw it as exactly that, a sewing circle. Anyhoo, life moves on, I'm blatantly ignored, and not even considered when they start a musical band. Not that I know anything about their band or what kind of music they play, but I know that the Devil himself granted the gift of music to my kind, and not one person in their group can top my talent. Oops? Did I say that aloud? I'm not afraid to say what I feel, they've hurt my feelings blatantly and publicly. I

The Importance of Baths I don't think people take me seriously when I say baths are important. They superduperreally are. I mean, who wants to smell your stink? And you got to get all the mud, blood, and grit out of your hair. The bath is my favorite place. The tub I use is placed in the center of a beautifully tiled room. The room is themed in a blue color, which is of course my favorite. Lush carpet surrounds the outer edges of the tub, and a comfortable chair sits idly by, waiting for my Zillahface to sit in. He likes to sit there, especially when I'm taking baths. I do think it is time to change soaps, though. The lavender-scented one is getting a little old. Gypsies aren't supposed to smell like flowers... just clean! And I can't stand that patchouli stink that everyone gabs about. Smells like the gutters of Klein. I do need some bath toys, though. A little rubber hellhound would be cute. When I get mad at it, I can just hold it at the bottom of the