Mephistophilis

Tomorrow is going to be the most terrible, terrible, horrible day of my LIFE. I've always been a massive Batman fan. I mean, he used to be my imaginary friend. My family would mock me by chanting "The Batman and Penguin are having tea." Catwoman was my idol. The Joker was just flipping AMAZING. My dad once lost me in a store, freaked, and found me sitting in an isle complaining that I couldn't get up because Batman tied me up. The hardest gift I ever gave was when I bestowed my hotwheels batmobile to my brother. He lost it. My point is, I've been dying to see the new Batman movie. I mean c'mon. Its got Harvey Dent. Its got the JOKER. THE JO

I bought birds. NYAHH........... They were given to me. Whatever. I TOOK them from an unwilling person, who later concedeed that my possesion was fine with them. Really, it was. I think there may have been grudging sorrow involved, but its all manic. It doesn't matter. A random emotion thats forgotten all too soon. IT DOESN'T MATTER. I named them Jack and Jasmine. They hate me. I like them. They don't tweet much. Just occasionally flail about crazily in their ugly white cage. Usually while I'm trying to sleep. Bastards. I also bought a massage table. I'm not really sure why, but I like it. I'll be needing to buy hot pink vinyl, for the

There once lived a princess who lived high up on the hill. Every day she would look down on the world below her and gaze at her subjects. Every person had problems. Every person had family. Every person had duties. Every person had sorrows. And she saw that those problems made them think of solutions, which made them sharp and witty. The family gave them loyalties and love, which made them happy. The duties gave them purpose and a reason to live. The sorrows gave them opportunites to grow and appreciate the good things in life. And the princess looked around her and saw none of these things. And she felt empty. She wanted to be with the