It's time for another entry! YAY! My crimson-regret-ness is paining me deep in my bruised heart of woe. In other news, Much Music needs to stop playing that weird song, Nothing to Lose. It advocates teen suicide! We shouldn't kill ourselves, we should be happy with joy and rainbows and lollipops and Jesus and crimson tears of totally emolicious regret and choppy black hairstyles! TAKE OFF YOUR GODDAMN BLACK HOODIE AND JOIN THE HUMAN RACE. I have now become as lifeless as my telephone. Isn't that unfortunate? Almost as unfortunate as the people who listen to that crap. (If I've offended anyone I care about by saying that, I'm truly sorry) In my hunt for total angsty-ness, I have developped a fierce cold! I fear this will be the end of me and my black clothing, and so I pray to the vampire goddess to reinstate me into the world of the living, so I can further serve her by going to Dashboard concerts! Oh DEAR. The tears of red regret are only surpassed by the sadness that pains me in my broken heart of woe and sadness and loss and shiny things like lollipops. Woe is me, for I am forever locked in a world of sadness... SUNSHINE, LOLLIPOPS AND RAINBOWS!!! (and cheese.)