Squishy Licoricey

I haven't written anything resembling a journal entry in a while, and i can't sleep (2 am), so here i am. Baby Is seem conspicuous.

I sliced my finger on a bread knife yesterday. Blood scattered everywhere, like at a murder scene, and I imagined licking it up like a cat.

Last night I dreamt I stole a friend of mine's arm and hid it in my locker as a prank. Unfortunately she noticed it was missing.

Two sentences don't constitute a paragraph. I don't care.

I had my first proper gig today, at the Up Front Club in Maleny. Ross Clark invited me - yay Ross. They actually liked me, and by the end I didn't want to get off stage because their applause was like Ecstacy. Consequently I dropped to a big low after the gig. Maybe it was just PMS. Maybe it was the Eccy.

We went to the Jazz Club the other night. We danced a lot - which made me happy Fizz. JC looked beautiful and she smiled all night. Bec and Clancy were kind enough to humour me by dancing with me all evening, and Ruby's a wonderful dancer. Tim and Charlie embraced in shadows.

This year is fairly evil schoolwise. I'm not doing as much work as I should. I'm always too tired cus I'm up late doing useless things like this.

The other night we had a German Trip reunion at Des Alpes. Fondue is delicious. We had fun.

I keep malting curly gold hairs. I don't know where they come from. I think they're mine.

Time passes too quickly. I was looking through my rambling notes from 2003-05 and it all seems like yesterday. All those poems are so familiar to me. I've written a lot lately. Tori says the fate line on my palm says I'll never stray from writing and I believe her.

My wrist hurts from writing and I don't want to go to school tomorrow. I don't want to rush time, but at the same time, Year 12 would do well to go away. Do I really want it to end, though? Yes and no.

I've written a special poem for V.O.. with a wonderful title (I'M A LESBIAN, NOT A LEPER!). I think I'll give it to Crackers at the end of the year. She'll appreciate it, I think.
Yours loquaciously,
Fizzlesticks
P.S. Remember 'Daddy Longlegs'?