The 100 Circle Line

It was another slow day, the sun had only just risen and I had found myself carefully stepping between the cracks in the pavement as I approached the 'drop off point'. The place where a large metal vehicle would belch out a few lucky souls, only to have taken a few more.

I was one of these people. Destined to throw myself into the belly of the metallic beast. I liked to consider myself a brave and noble warrior. As I would dive in headfirst, eyes flaming with a brillant passion found only in those that have found enlightenment.

As I neared the little building, barely providing enough shelter for one against the harsh weather of this barren land, I noticed another and had to pause in my tracks for I had realized how sad a day this was.

There was another who was to be thrown to this beast. The evil of 100 Circle Line, how dare it take more than one life! The horid glutton! I wanted to revolt right then and there, to turn tail and run, but no. That was not the noble way of a warrior.

I took a deep breath and continued, standing next in line. The girl next to me, just a simple school girl, tapping her legs softly with a slight harmonic hum upon her lips, she seemed so blisfully unaware of the dangers she was facing, or perhaps she was an incredibly brave soul. She had a large bag upon her back, alikening her appearence to a sort of humpbacked animal, perhaps a very gorgeous camel, as she was quite the looker.

The 100 Circle line tends to like females, young supple females. I rarely ever see a male venture into this beast.

It pulled up beside us, roaring with the might of a thousand burley bearded warriors clad in aluminum foil. There is nothing more dangerous than a thousand burley bearded mean clad in aluminum foil, except maybe Courtney. Yet that is another story for another day, and I assure you, there will be a story. Thats right Courtney, read over my shoulder with your glittering eyes and yell my name in fear, fear of your secrets being exposed.

Because I love you.

The beast opened its doors to me, and I gave a whimper as I stepped on, the old man drained of his life stared back at me. The doors closed behind me with a thunderous clap, and I imagined a tin foil man snapping his tamborine with an almighty roar.

Why were the people on the Circle Line old and dreary? Did the beastly bus suck the life from them? Their very soul?

Only time would tell.

I gave myself a reassuring nod as I paid my fare, hoping and praying that I would survive the dance with the beast.

The unyielding terror that is...

The 10o Circle Line

The good ol' days

I’m a young 20 year old gal, I am smack dab in the middle of the technological boom that has hit this modern day world. Yet, here I find my little sisters calling me old fashioned.
Odd isn’t it?

Perhaps I'm getting a little fuddely in my old age, what with my trick knee and what not. Honest, I do have a trick knee, at my age. I blame that pesky little white tip spider that bit me on the ankle all those years ago. They say the effects of its toxins can remain for years, every so often my leg would literally ‘spazz’ or do a little kick. It gets frustrating when I am walking down the street.

I must say It would look odd to bystanders, a youn girl, normal (apparently) then all of a sudden BAM she’s doing the hokey Pokey in the middle of a cross walk.


Anyway, enough about that, perhaps I am getting a little old fashioned. Call me what you will but when I see little seven year olds, my golly gosh even four year olds running around with some $500 Ipods and Iphones I can’t help but wonder why, and what on earth their parents are thinking. As a child, I believe one does not need technology to entertain themselves, they got the outdoors and their imaginations.

I stroll past kindergartens, and what do I see? A group of kids, eyes illuminated by the dim glow of a portable DVD player.

Why, back in my day, kids were running around climbing trees screaming ‘Moon Prism Power’ as we all pretended to be Sailor Scouts, ah I remember how people used to fight over who was going to be Sailor Moon, and how I demanded my mum style my hair just like she had. The two little meatball like protrusions from her head.

What happened to the days where we used to zoom around pretending to be captain planet? With his masculine features and shockingly green mullet, tight red spandex and washboard abs, who wouldn’t want to pretend to be him?


Also…back in my day Kinder Suprises were fifty cents! AND HAD GOOD TOYS!

*mumbles*


/end rant.

A Little itty Piece of me in May

This Month I have a few things to say for it is May~

As we walk along the shores of life we leave pieces of us scattered, and fragmented in our wake, both physical and emotional.

This Month;

I like Storms

Fierce and unsuspecting, unrelenting powerful forces from above as the skies reach out to touch the earth, its spindly fingers desperately reaching out to mother earth, for affection for a hello and perhaps for a warm touch, Yet unbeknowst to the storm, it is too powerful and its touch brings naught but destruction across the land that it so lovingly adores~

I don't like: Being Alone~

That feeling, not fear, but dread. Unmistakable and undeniable, as you reach out to those you love only to find that you have naught but yourself. You try to stwin against the currents but they're too strong, they say when it rains, it pours. You become drenched, cold and wet. All you want is to be held by the one you love, so you call out only to be answered by your echoed voice. It is then, that you know you are alone.

I want you to know: Kate, I will steal your Iced Coffee

The horrendous price of asking to move in with your older sister, and all her gay housemates. There is a toll on the fridge sweety and I, the monster will consume it all!

I've Planned: To look after my Altar better

Being a Wiccan, I have an altar one I used to look after everyday but recently with my depressive slump it has been a little neglected, I will fix that quick smart! Candles, insence and cleansings ahoy~

I want to say to someone special: I look forward to the rest of my life with you, Brandon.

I can imagine us fighting at a grocery store over what sort of cheese we'd buy, and the ever increasing prices of milk. Don't worry my dear, we will stock up before the expected great milk shortage of the 2020's!

By the end of this month: I will be on my girly germs

So I will need chocolate, rest, a plethora of various painkillers and medication to keep the cyts at bay. A warm bed and someone to hold. Since I have no one to hold near me I shall attack my cat. Perhaps I should become a crazy cat lady. I hear their pay is quite good, then again the source was unreliable, as she was screeching at me and then proceeded to throw felines my way.

I caught one and took it home.

We now have two cats.

True Story.

Storm Picture by angrygibbon.deviantart.com
Alone Picture by esparrow.deviantart.com
All other Images are sourced from Google and belong to their respective owners~

Dear Billy Bob

*knock, Knock*

Billy-Bob...Billy Bob are you ok?

*pokes her little blog*

C'mon now, wake up, it's time to move, it's time to grow and feed again!



I'm sorry my little Billy-Bob this little lady has been a very bad girl indeed.
You need nourishment, fululment, and I have definately not provided that for you.



Don't worry Billy-Bob, just because my net has been cut off it doesn't mean you wil lbe starved forever. For I have a plight and plan in mind. Oh dear little Billy-Bob...

When I look at your layout, I think of chocolate, a swiss divine chocolate made from cocoa so deep within the amazon forest that I had to tame an Anaconda to find it. Don't ask how I did it Billy Bob, let's just say it involved a lot of ostrich feathers.



Billy Bob, this post is for you. It is not an interesting post, but it is a pots nonotherless, one that will feed you and hopefully spark some sort of life into those dull little eyes of yours.



And now the rants begin, my dear, dear Billy-Bob





Billy-Bob, did you see the pretty picture of me and my dearest friend Courtney? We dressed up as Vocaloid Charecters, ah the true calling of a geek such as myself, dressing up as fictional charecters. What other way is there to spend your weekend? Socializing? Pffft... who does that these days?

See Billy Bob? Aren't we something?

Ahhh the blisfull days of sitting underneath a tree, pretending to sleep as tiny ants chew their way through the supple skin of my backside.

Housemates have come and gone, ah Billy Bob, I had an entire entry written up, I believe I called it 'The beast with a thousand chins' but decided it a little crude, and rude so did not post it, after all if one has nothing nice to say, don't say anything at all.

Billy Bob, I hae yet to start my Vlogs, I am a naught naughty lass. Perhaps i'm lacking inspiration? afte rall as one's health deteriorates so does ones creative juices, I think I need a nice long sleep Billy-Bob. Sleep, the time where I could quite possibly be a viking, or perhaps I'd relive the dream of last night;

Where I was a pencil, and could move around, but one day, someone tried to sharpen me and I didn't like it one bit. Now I have a new found respect for our little wooden friends.


Billy-Bob. I have also started selling Avon, and will create a lovely little sister for you. A blo about products and what not. Of course, you will be my one true calling and only love.

Love from

Tiffers~