*Your Easy to read... but the book is boring me**

i am i'm afraid, lacking in my usual psydo gothic, perky self at the moment. blame hormones, life, and the fact that i tend to attract the people most likely to hurt me into my life.. nessa is not a happy panda... and my reasons are real, not petty like "oh my god my mum won't buy me a car, i'm going to kill myself!" *insert tears falling from behind a dyed fridnge, tinged with gray* "Oh my god my eyeliner is running... i'm going to kill myself" ... but yeah... *cough* *change subjects*...

I'm not exactly sure why i'm publishing it in a blog, i mean... i'm starting to think that pouring your feelings out online isn't exactly a good thing (and immy don't worry, this isn't because of what happened), i've come to realise that the internet can be an evil manipulative whench. who suduces you, and grabs a hold of you, sucks you dry, spits you out and leaves you to die.

Take a friend of mine at the moment. Her boyfriend has discovered WOW (we are of course reffering to World of warcraft here) an evil little shit of a game thats more addictive than chocolate, niccotine, and cocain combind. there relationship is on a one way course to splitsville, as his day consits of getting up, complaining that he's tired, going to work, coming home, complaining that he's tired, (a shower now is opitional) then getting on the computer and playing wow, Getting dinner that girlfriend has cooked, returning to wow, then heading to sleep at 3 or 4am.

there is however a good side i suppose. keeping in contact with people (people locoally shouldn't count. we should all leave our homes, ventor into this wicked wild world and visit each other!- face to face. in person!) i'm reffering to people on the other side of the world. Like patrick, who i talk about magic with, and Steph, who is going to have a tequila sunrise for me in a london pub when she gets there in 10 days!!! i'm living my dreams through her vicariously at the moment.

Well i need to balance the bad side of the net and so my list goes on

• kiddie porn being acessable to the sickos of the world. anyone who looks at, creates, or worst of all lets there kids be in, deserves to die a slow and painful death
• stalkers, and sickos. self expalintory
  
• Popup adds.
  
• scammers, and junk filling up inboxs. you don't get "give me your bank account and i'll deposit 40 million dollors and flee the country and share it with you" letters in your good old fashioned mailboxes

good side

• discovering new cartoons like Foamy, which introduce me to new singers like my current fav Emilie Autumn, she is an amzing beautiful singer, and is georgous. known as victorian industrial and sings like an angel accomping by her own violin playing. It reminds me of a summmer thunderstorm. walking through damp bush, and smelling honey and beeswax. its soulful, mistyfil, and breathtaking. "its raining, and the stars are falling from the sky, outside the wind I know is cold" (title is kudos to her) I'll even give another shamless plag and insert her website http://www.emilieautumn.com/
  (Immy, i'm going to attempt to put it on a CD for you because i know that you will ADORE but i have to convery them first... :( cause they are some weird format)
  

but thats about all.
i remember life without the internet. the sad thing is my children won't...

i'm rambling. but thats okay. i have an excuse.
i also have a mask to finish.

xoxo
Vanessa