Unwilling to resist temptation I wandered over to the little gold box on my spuds counter...I picked a square little chocolate, and I could hardly wait for the little devil to melt in my mouth, but alas, upon first chew it turns out it was caramel, and stale old chewy caramel at that! The world is not perfect so I figured I'd make do, but then I felt one of my ludicrously long bangs in my mouth! I attempted to rip it out but it had become entangled with the caramel! Icky icky icky dooooom!!!
Unknown "Bass Mistress" Lazy - 16 years, 11 months, 21 days ago

So I have safely reached The Land of Potato Heads. They are a pleasant folk, although they all look the same...they're all very beautiful! At first it was a little overwhelming but now I am used to their fey looks and kindness. I met snow for the first time in a while, and I discovered black ice for the first time. We exchanged brief greetings and he promptly kicked my ass. My favorite spuds found it quite amusing. They have no suspicions...operation "French Fry" may begin, hehehe.
Unknown "Bass Mistress" Lazy - 16 years, 11 months, 23 days ago

My great-grandmother on my dad's side wasn't a very nice woman in her old age. She could be, but she was usually rude and deliberately cruel to her family. Since I mostly only saw her when I was very young she generally ignored me, but she never treated me unkindly. When I was 16 she was dying, and her dying wish was to see me, my sister, father and mother. My father hated her, at least that's what I take from his actions, and refused to take us up north to see her. A month or so after she died I received a package in the mail, from her. Before her illness had forced her into the hospital she had put two beautiful pearl necklaces in an addressed envelope for me. I was very surprised about her thoughtfulness because she hardly ever saw me, and hardly ever communicated with me when she did while she was alive. But my sister and I were her only female great-grandchildren. She must've cared for us a lot more than we were led to believe. Even though she treated those she loved unkindly I think it was the only way she knew how to interact because of the painful events in her life. And even though she was cruel to my father, did he have to be so cruel to her? In her last hours, she just wanted her family around her. I feel so terrible that I wasn't able to be there. Does cruelty justify cruelty in retribution? I never knew my father could be so hard-hearted as to refuse a dying woman her wishes. Now I wish I had tried to make it up there myself, but at the time I couldn't drive and still wasn't thinking for myself...but that doesn't make me feel any better. Anyways the only reason I thought of all this is because one of the parties I was invited to is supposed to be all black and white, and I was thinking, "Oh pearls would go nice with this dress" and the only pearls I have are the ones she gave me. I've never worn them before now. God I feel shitty. Well I'm about to get drunk off my ass so I'll forget all about it for awhile.
Unknown "Bass Mistress" Lazy - 16 years, 12 months ago

So I found this "pandora radio". It fills me with great joy and joyness. You put something you like and it plays it and other stuff similar. I searched for Chopin and now it's playing Chopin and similar artists/works. Granted they're all sad piano songs but whatever. It's really cool...now what will happen if I put something polar opposite, like, rob zombie? hahahaahaaaa.
Unknown "Bass Mistress" Lazy - 16 years, 12 months, 4 days ago

Like, so spoiled I reek of spoiling.
Unknown "Bass Mistress" Lazy - 16 years, 12 months, 4 days ago