"It's a Sin With No Name Like a Tiger to Tame..."

To-day is a good day now. Oh. ^______^

There is a sort of light pink rose with an advert in Jackson and Perkins called the Jekyll Rose. I want it.

I want to plant it and pour special rose food formula on it.

Then I want to see if it will mutate into a hideous, purple bud infested with maggots and yet strangely attractive because of its overpowering sensual scent.

That would make my life.

Yes, I think I must find a way to purchase this rose. The temptation is just too great.

By the way, to all you annoying people who are going to tell me it's named after Gertrude Jekyll, don't. I don't care, and I don't want to hear it. As far s I'm concerned, one of Henry's great scientific discoveries culminated in having a rose named after him. Don't ask me why.

Maybe he found out how to make it turn into two roses at the touch of his hand, or at the moment his eyes met someone else's.

Clever man, Henry.

At any rate, that rose is so mine. I must start working on its rose food formula.

"If You Keep Your Ukulele in Your 'And..."

Lost .2 pounds this week. Mum explained that this is due to the fact that Soujin only has about six pounds to go, so her body is being evil. And her bad metabolism is playing hell with her. Ah, well. Perhaps I shan't be beautiful by my birthday; I am becoming reconciled with that fact. It'll be okay.

Next week I model again. Ooooh. I am really getting my wicked crazy Dorian on, I am.

Charlie is the dearest thing. He gave me a flower to-day.

My head hurts and I got up at six-thirty this morning; I must do the same to-morrow. I go bed. I need bed v.v. much.

--Soujin

P.S. Vanity Fair is shiny, and--um. Um. Dude. I just lost my train of thought. That's what Vanity Fair is.

P.P.S. To-morrow I am going to write something. Hit me a lot if I don't, 'kay?

"Year after Year! Because You're Dear to Me..."

By the way, LJ spellcheck suggested that by 'shan't' I actually mean 'shag'. I suppose nothing is ever going to live up to the glory of the Enjolras Angora, is it?

Still, one can hope.

*tries words tentatively*

Grantaire! Granary! Grunter!

Aronnax! Bronx! Larynx!

Gideon Spillett! Skillet! Splat!

Raoul Chagny! Haagen! Shaggy! Shogun! Chicano!

Queequeg! Squeegee! Macaque! Kluge!

Gringoire! Grungier! Gringo-ire (O_o the hell?)!

--Nope. Enjolras the Angora still wins hands down. Shame, that.