Hello...

Thank you for visiting! Feel free to run away screaming at any time. I am /mostly/sometimes/almost sane, but I need somewhere to put all my bizarre and completely random thoughts...

And you have entered that place. PREPARE TO MEET THE RAINDROP OF ULTIMATE SHINY-NESS!!!!

Oh, and thanks again...

Dairy of a busker, entry 1

Yes. I am a busker. I was thinking about making a new world to be my "diary of a busker" world, but then I thought I'd just merge it with this one. Any objections? good. Busker: Noun, meaning a person who plays and instrument or performs so...

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Disclaimer

DISCLAIMER: The content does not reflect the thoughts or opinions of either my ISP, myself, my company or employer, my friends (if any), my goldfish or my neighbor's mad dog; don't quote me on that; don't quote me on anything; all rights reserved;...

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blood...

I just looked at my arm and It was bleeding... I cut it a while ago. only part of the cut was bleeding, so I smeared to the blood over the rest of it because I read somewhere that your blood is sorta antiseptic, and I was to lazy to go get a band-aid... and then I realized I still had sparkles on my finger from an art thing... so now the blood on my arm has blue sparkles in it, and I think this might be some sorta cosmic message, but maybe not. Maybe I'm just a girl, home alone, writing about pain and blood and sparkles. Something tells me that's more likely.

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