Those Happy Days, They Seem so Hard to Find

Dear Revenge Journal~

I detest sitting in a chair other than my spinning chair of fantabulousness... especially when the other chair so happens to be a barber's chair or even worse... the dentist. -sob- Fortunately, I didn't have to go to the dentist, but I did have to remove myself from my work to make a trip down to the closest hair parlour. I must remind you that my hair is so gorgeous simply because I know just the right way to make it sparkle and dazzle with radiance.

But ooooh, those crazy women and their petting hands! Why is it that they have to get their oily little toothpicks into my beautiful hair like brittle combs that snag and jerk?! Not only is it utterly demoralizing, but it's... it's... it's unheard of! How do they know what products to use? How do they know just how I want my hair done? What if they mess it up? What if it all gets cut off on accident? What if it never grows back?! What if JADE SEES?!?!

C-calm... calm... m-must be calm... that won't happen, no... no it won't.... T-think about the roses, Saphir, the beautiful roses.... yes....

- Dist the Rose

A Bitter Memory

Dear Revenge Journal~


There comes a time when bitter memories must be put to rest, but I fear that there are some that are meant to never been forgotten. I cannot say just how I figure this, but I believe it to be true.

For instance, there is a memory I tend to constantly recall of when Jade and I were young teenagers, just barely out of gradeschool. We were in a classroom and it was nearing the last few minutes of class; I was tagging along behind Jade, holding onto the back of his backpack and tugging on it gently while whining a bit. Sure, I did a lot of whining when I was younger... what? I still whine now? H-how rude! I do not whine! I assure you, I do not whine! ... And NO, my nose does NOT run! It does not! DOES NOT!!

... Ahem, anyhow. So I was holding on and making a little bit of noise when this complete stranger in the classroom walks up to me and punches me in the gut quite harshly. Ouch, there goes my kidney... Of course, the shock caused me to let go, which I think was the other person's goal, but really! I hardly knew the person, let alone spoke to them! Just where do they get the nerve to come up to me and hit me like that?! I'll never forget looking down at the bruise that formed some time later from it. I mean really, what ever happened to saying "Could you let go?" or something like that? It wasn't even Jade that was complaining (I think he was probably just used to it...)!

So here I am, still remembering that bitter memory from years ago. I don't think of it all that often, but often enough to boil that anger deep in the pit of my heart. One day... one day, just you wait... I will get my revenge.

- Dist the Rose