psylent-princess

I am, to the furthest point of boredom. Perhaps even stretching into the land of I'm sooooo board that I could watch ants move and still be amused. So, I this is the first time in a long while I'm written a journal. And hell, I think I might start my deviant back up. Lol.

You never really know how unpredictable life can be. One second, you're jamming out to a good song on the radio and then within the next three clicks of your blinker, you can't hear your music... Your heart is pounding. Blood, filled with adrenaline, coursing through your veins faster and faster. You instinctively stomp on your brakes. You hear someone scream, it turns out to be you, and you realize quickly that there is no where you can go but skidding toward a residential home. In that instant, you slam your eyes shut, hoping that you'll open them again. You do, but you see yourself getting closer to the windshield when the seat belt loc

Alright, this isn't really like a journal entry right now, but I'm going to tell all of my loving followers about my Chucky "The Killer" Doll experience. I went to spend the night at a gal-pals house when I was a we adolesent, about nine or ten. I had seen horror movies and they had never bothered me, I even knew a little bit about the classics like Child's Play and Friday the 13th, also about Nightmare on Elm's Street. But what I had known didn't prepare me for that night. We started the night out great, some spaghetti and a walk to the park, we then got back, changed into our pajamas and settled down to watch "The Bride of Chucky." This w