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Post by Irene on Jun 19, 2007 18:42:44 GMT -5
I had never thought I would see Holmes again, and certainly not under circumstances such as this. He helped to rescue me from my captors, and seems to be a much kinder man than I had remembered.
Also, I killed a man in self-defense. As a result of a series of continued abuses, I feel nothing about it.
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Post by Irene on Jul 4, 2007 16:44:44 GMT -5
Well, I got one of the serial killers. That psychiatrist Syd sent me to.
Why is it that I can't even go to a shrink without being attacked?
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Post by Irene on Jul 6, 2007 14:25:54 GMT -5
Was Francis' ghost really Dracula all the time?
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Post by Irene on Jul 18, 2007 18:17:29 GMT -5
I cannot let myself fall in love. It would be fatal to any man.
But why do I feel this way?
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Post by Irene on Aug 16, 2007 13:13:04 GMT -5
Dear Diary,
Life sucks.
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Post by Irene on Sept 2, 2007 9:36:25 GMT -5
We had sex. It was great. The only problem is that I still love my dead husband, and his life is in danger for helping we.
We're both screwed.
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Post by Irene on Oct 13, 2007 10:46:17 GMT -5
My huasband is still alive, and Holmes is in danger.
It's enough to make a girl join a convent. Are there Jewish nuns?
((Line stolen from Cabaret- my apologies.))
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Post by Mira Von Frankenstein on Dec 1, 2007 11:44:33 GMT -5
POSTING AS IRENE
After having been shot, I now have an alternate personality with odd urges to proposition sailor boys by the docks.
I hate my life.
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