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Hokay, I'm way too lazy to actually post real stuff right now.

But I'll give you the list of things I need to post about, and if you see something you desperately require, begin harassing me constantly and I'll get it done. (This is actually a true fact --'s how The Katters, the Zebra and a Sorcyress finally got posted.)

SO!

Postlist:

*Rocky Horror report
*Oktoberfest/HONK! report
*Proper squeeing about my new tailcoat
*Haunted report (because it set me on edge, and books don't usually do that, and it's where Guts comes from and OHMAN is it creepy!)
*xkcd meetup report (It's been how many weeks now? Bad Kat.)
*"Words" which is an essay that I haven't written yet, but may very well be about to.

I think that's all for now. Yeah, this is just a nexuspost, really.

~Sor
MOOP!

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And I write and write, in little circles, for maybe an hour and maybe more.

Do I write anything worth posting? Perhaps it is. Which of course, means it needs to be locked up in my secret safe, held tight where no one else can see it and the only locks are trust.

This journal is a mask, of course, It is my secondary mask, and so very little of my true self gets through. The higher the number of the mask, the closer it is to who I really am.

Real life is my primary mask. This journal is secondary. Other journals are tertiary, and lord, I will use any chance to use that word.

BehindTheWalls is null. BTW is trueself, I think. Maybe. I am not quite sure.

Target gave me a knife when I started working there. I should really give it back.

My brain is all a flutter. My masks are all oh-so-slightly askew, not enough for the casual observer to notice, but those who know me longest and best ask me randomly if everything is alright, if my world is stable.

My world is, always, sable. My world is, never, alright.

Words words words. Hamlet, I believe.

Goodnight, dearests and darlings. Goodnight those I love and those I hate. Goodnight absent friends and present enimies.

~Sorcyress
MOOP!