Until Death Do Us Part

Dear Ryland,

Let's just talk about it, I know you've been avoiding the subject. I also knew that if I said this to you face to face then you'd drink yourself into unconsciousness, you'd believe that I had never been here, talking, to you. You, my groom, stood there with the fabulous suit that you told me you hated when I said that I liked it; I was so happy when I found out you'd bought it behind my back to give me a pleasant surprise. I knew you were special, a special young man that I could spend the rest of my life with. And that's exactly the point; I did spend the rest of my life with you. Yet you're still young. You're single. You're - it makes me sick to even say it - you're happy! How dare you be happy when your beautiful bride, and yes I was beautiful, is laying under the floorboards. My confidence died when you deformed my face with that broken bottle. My body died when you sliced through my throat. My soul died with the unbearable amount of disappointment and heartbreak that you caused in those short moments. Not to worry though, I got my confidence back. You see, the better a person you are, the better you look in the spirit world. I'll have you know, I'm quite a stunner. Got myself a treat, a (until recently) lonely man who saved the woman of his dreams. His name is Nicolas. He got her out of a fire that took place here when this house was made out of stone. She never knew him and he never made it out. He tells me he loves me, I believe him. I also believe that your guilt, if there's any justice, will forever get in the way of your happiness. You loved me, I know it; I hear you screaming it in the dead of night. It's like music to my ears, and it makes Nicolas happy to see my smile. Is it not nice to think that you're still bringing happiness into your wife's life?

Wishing you a long, miserable life,

Your Beautiful Wife,

Victoria xox

Risque :P

Okay, I'm home alone, lonely and bored. I've been ediing my MySpace (http://myspace.com/sophiestripes) and when I turn around, I see this:

Now let me break this picture down for you... Mary (the pedigree whippet puppy that we bought to keep Floss company after Holly died) was stood with all four paws on the kitchen table. She was nibling a mini-roll wrapper which you might be able to see behind her front right leg.

I was shocked! So I took the photo, and looking at the expression on her face, she knew there was no way out: She's Been Caugt On Camera Red Handed. Her face made me laugh anyway, but then when I told her to get down, she walked all around the table and because the cat was sat on the chair that she must've used as a step ladder, I had to pick her up and place her on the floor!

Kindest Regards,

Potato xy

Future Tattoo Maybe?

"Better To Be Lucky, Than Clever."

This is a quote from Elly's poem Picnic on the Venus Flytrap. Why am I sharing this with you? Because I think it's one of the most amazing quotes ever. I would seriously get this tattooed on me, maybe on my left wrist in script. To me, it means that just because you're not the smartest, doesn't mean you won't excel. You don't have to be the cream of the cream to be someone. Thank yoy Elly for bringing this line into my life... :)

Kindest Regards,

An Inspired,

Stripes xy

Makeover Time!

It's Spring and just like every year, Spring means change, BIG CHANGE. But is it just the blog, or is it more than that? Of course it is! (and I say that with a smile.) It's the blog's makeover time, it's my makeover time as well. Out goes the old me, in comes the new. A makeover doesn't mean the end, it simply means (in this context anyway) an improvement on something. It's to be a year of confidence, a year of commitment, a year of change. I will show more skin than my finger tips and face, I will have a boyfriend that lasts longer than Ashley - isn't it funny (how bears like honey?) how he was my longest relationship both times I went out with him? Oh, and I will write a whole book by the new year! It's not a promise, but it's still a goal! In the words of We Are Scientists, "I promise to remember that making promises is always a mistake." Amen to that!

Kindest Regards,

A Much Happier,

Jupiter Star. xy

Geez, I Love Life!

What do I want to do right now? Slam my hand into the wall, individually snap every single bone in my hand, crack my arms and then, for good measures, start slamming my head into the corner of the closet. Why? Because I'm a freak and am so full of jealousy, anger and self-pity that I can't stand to even think about myself.

I don't want to breath anymore, why can't I just stop. I picture mysef jumping backwards down the stairs and yet can't brng myself to do it... I want a car to hit me. I want some crazed madman to shoot me in the back of my head. I want to hear the bullet shatter the back of my skull, squeeze its way through my brains and then burst forth through my forehead. Only then will I be happy.

What's wrong with me? Why am I such a freak? Why do I always fall at the last hurdle? Why can't I do anything by myself and then get so frustrated when it doesnt go my way? Why am I so pathetic? Answer: Because that's Sophie Brown.

Why can't I just be born again in a better time, in a better place, as a better person? Answer: Because there is no God, and there is no justice.

Hope Your Life is Better Than Mine,

The Epic Failure That Is,

Sophie Brown xy

Do us a Flavour!

What do you do when you have a friend, who's really pretty, and needs votes for a modelling competition that she was chosen for? Whore her out of course! xD

Do you feel bad for not texting Comic Relief? Do you hate all the fake, boring models that are INCREDIBLY over-rated? Do you want to do me a favour? If Yes, then read on, if No, then read on anyway!

It would mean the world if you could just text Lucy Bell to 84205... That's all it takes. One text and she comes closer to a place above all the teen queen brats that are surrounding us today! So just text Lucy Bell to 84205, and set us free from all our sins, TODAY.

You're my Favourite Chain

"You're as perfect as a painting, but they burn easily," Jackson turned his back and started to leave. I don't know what possessed me, whether it was anger or sadness, either way there was a fire burning inside.

"What's that mean to mean?" I shouted across at him, not caring when I accidentally spat on my arm because of the words shooting out from inside. My throat burned, my eyes watered and my fists shook, but not enough for him to notice.

"Just look after yourself Autumn," Jackson whispered before closing the door, separating the two of us in what felt like two completely different worlds.

The lump in my throat suffocated me now. Thinking back to a mere second ago, I realised that the emotion that possessed me, the fire that filled me, it was mourning... I'd known he was leaving me; was it love that had kept me so blind that I hadn't seen this? Coming to terms with that theory is going to take a long time.

Without Jackson, I don't know what to do. So, in a blind, transparent mood, I picked up the phone and dialled Josh's number. "You're not worth the upset," I sobbed before hanging up.

I'd rather eat a panda than let anything come between me and Jackson.