Bambina Italiane.

When there ain't no bloggin' for a few days, it means it's emo central at chez moi (my house, for y'all non Frenchies.) No more emo shieet on this or any blog, Imma stick to this whole "Alicia should shut the fuck up for once" rule that has been working out marvelously. Delishh > Marvelous. DELICACIES ALWAYS WIN! My poopy Chanchito is losing his little baby teeth and he's been real crazy lately, but he still chews that Poopy Chow with his little bare gums like nobody's business. I've been very into real creepster shit lately. I was listening to my fave Marilyn Manson song lass night and I fell asleep with my iPod on. I have some real creepster 1940's music in there and a song called "Jack the Ripper" by Screaming Lord Sutch was playing while I slept. It kept repeating. My bed was warm when I woke up, if you know what I mean...

My dream consisted of a black and white movie in which I was an actress and I was acting alongside demonized loved ones whom I will not specify. My only line was "I want some simple...blood" exactly the way it's said in the Koffin Kat's song "Mors Ex Supera". Actually, that was the name of the movie. Anyway, I'm going to end up profoundly confusing you if I continue with details, so basically the main point is that there were scary demons following me wherever I went and laughed menacingly and everything I said or did. I don't know about you, but that scared me shitless.

YAY FOR COMPLETELY PACKED SCHEDULES! I'm losing my friends D':
Fuck you, second semester.