I really need to keep this thing updated. I'm really quite rubbish at it.

This is going to be a quick and possibly disjointed entry. Things still going pretty well. Enjoying gutting Joeys house and kicking Janes arse into gear concerning work. Had tremendous amounts of fun at the weekend with Jono, Zara, Tom, Chelle and Joey etc. I ended  up taking Jono 'goth' shopping, where I picked him some bargain and then proceeded to dye his hair electric blue and black. I then did my fringe and sides turquoise. It's sexy. I've lost my 5th set of Scarecrow fangs and broken my 6th pair of reading glasses in the past two months. I sold my Projumps to DJ Phil. I, for one welcome our new, gargantuan, half cyborg DJ overlord. I'm enjoying Aero bars *far* too much, but managing to lose weight. Half a stone, infact. Chaos star tattoos now look like scars. Managed to see Emma and shallowthing at the weekend. I have missed you both, so many more visits will be heartily appreciated. Still trying to locate a dread-wig base for Mark. Still trying to accumulate Kit for Joey. Still picking out an expensive kit list for Jono. Still worried about Event II. Still need to finalise downtime send-in to Matt P/PDAdmin. Turkey with Joey in July. Reminder, get passport. Otherwise fucked.

But, on the bright side, I do have fabulous new shoes. £18 from £42 shoes. TUK Shoes. Pink and black polka dot MASSIVE Wedge shoes. I am in love.

I am sore. Mainly because I've just recieved two bad-ass Chaos Star tattoos on my chest/collarbones. Initially, not too painful, but the morning after whilst walking into town with a bagstrap over one of them hurt like being shot in the shoulder.

They're beautiful though and Hannah did a tip-top job of them, considering the symmetry involved, including the placement. I'm suprised the carbons lasted long enough to get the 353057824805 transfer on straight.

I've had a mad-clean out of my room today and have decided to sell my Projumps. My knees will thank me later in life. Don't get me wrong, they're cool to have, but I'll never use them because of a multitude of reasons. Namely, my shockingly broken knees. They're going on Ebay for £80 if anyone is interested.

Tomorrow I head off to London with Phil for the Redeemer!London teaming thing. Plenty of time in Camden for a few days to get the flyering and rabble-rousing completed. Then, off to Sheperds Bush on Saturday night. I can image there will be alcohol involved. noize_ghic  would have been going, had he not got a baby-shower to attend. But, baby showers *are* infinately more important, so I've let him off. It's not like we can't go down another time.

Back to selling stuff and hoovering. Oh, the joy.

Also, Im considering taking up Social Care/ Work. Go me and my fight to do something useful in my life.

Friday - Slow, but profitable.
Saturday - Slow, but interesting.
Sunday - WAR.

Standing in camp with your fellow Fallen and battle-brothers, awaiting the massed 300 people looking at you with sharpened swords and axes shits you up slightly. Then they advanced, and we wasted no time. Outnumbered and outgunned, we just looked at each other and drew weapons. GO!

But running the length of the field with axes raised and screaming murder as we hit the first line FELT FUCKING EPIC.

I'm pretty much packed and ready, save a pharmacy trip and a stop off for some flowers before I leave. Not sure about phone signal, but I'm possibly going to be without it for 5 days.

Leave a text or a missed call.

Wish me Luck, Non-LRPers.

And to anyone attending, See you on the other side!

It's time for Maelstrom. >:3

It's all falling together quite nicely. Armor is here, half my make-up and set dressing is also here. The rest will arrive over the next ten days, including my MonsterBoutique order, which consists of Horns, Blood, More horns and White Hairflair. The armor fits, but the Pauldrons are a little flappy, so I'll need them riveting when I arrive.

I did, however, forget to pay for a fucking Event ticket. I am officially a retard. However, Klokwurk can't attend, and will therefore try to transfer one to me.

Life is good. Well, mostly. Still no work to be seen, but, once I have tidied this room, done the laundry and washed the tester patches of Stargazer white foundation off my face (Which, might I add, is rubbish.) I will eat and do some serious Jobsearching. Perhaps then I can help noize_ghic  with his monetary predicaments. I will find work if It motherfucking kills me. I've also sent off the letter to the Fraud Team at Orange so I can regain use of my phone. Which I still pay for. Motherfuckers.

Oh, yes. Other good news.
My Predicament within Maelstrom has been kinda sorted.
I'm back with noize_ghic . This makes me all sorts of happy.
MAELSTROM IN 10 DAYS. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIE!

My FUCK, it's been a weird few weeks. Surreal and quite vile in places and yet ever-so endearing in others. I also seem to have caught the AIDs, as I keep on hacking up lumps of lung and mucus. Om nom, I think not.

I've placed all the orders for Maelstrom except my actual event ticket, my Darkblade order (Cheque needs writing) and the Leatherette for the panel skirts. I can feel Event I approaching too quickly. It's alright, If I don't listen it'll go away.

I've been having these weird dreams lately too. I won't go into that here. Mostly involving sex, succubi and angels. Weird.

I'm scheduled to go to Glasgow on Friday to help Phil with Redeemer Glasgow, but I'm still feeling pretty damnably pants, and I won't want to spend 9 hours on a coach to Glasgow with the Flu, never mind the 10 hours back. I want to help, I really do, but not If I'm ill.

My phone still isn't working, must sort that today. Many phone deaths in one week, Joeys died last night when Jane dropped it into a cup of tea.

Ergh, right I had better get showered and dressed and GTFHome. Joey still thinks I undressed him in his sleep last night, whilst I was soundly asleep.

Oh, the tales of perversity this week, still ringing in my head making me chuckle.

Redeemer is launching in Glasgow, at the 02 Academy fairly soon, and is looking for Street-Teamers, Redeemer Girls and DJ's.

Redeemer is fast becoming one of the biggest, most varied Alternative nights in the UK, catering for a number of specialist genre nights to suit all tastes. Redeemer also has clubs in Leicester, Bristol, Newcastle and London. Nights including Exile, Hyper Kawaii Robot, Cheesecake and much more. From Death Metal to 8-Bit infused with J-pop, Redeemer has it, along with Competition nights, awesome drinks offers and the Redeemer Girls!

For More information or to register your interest in becoming a street-teamer, Redeemer Girl or DJ, you can visit the following websites or contact me at CorpseKitten@hotmail.com.

Redeemer Website.
Redeemers Main Facebook.
Glasgow Redeemer Myspace. (Facebook URL Missing.)

SHE IS MINE. And the twins are mine too, finally.

But if this week gets any worse, someone will be eating a Knife Sandwich with a small Semi Automatic jammed in an uncivilized fashion in their mouth. Genocide would cheer me up.

But totally forgot to for a while. Take a read, this shit is stupid. I have no other explanation for it.

Because I think she explains it very well, here is </a></b></a>oxfordgirl's description of the situation:

A dear friend of mine is currently being refused medical treatment on the NHS for a debilitating condition which seriously threatens her health, in one of the most vicious, idiotic and arbitrary Catch-22 policies I have ever had the horror to encounter in my frequent skirmishes with British bureacracy.

She has created a petition to attempt to get the government to recognise the inhumane treatment to which she is being subjected, and to compel the Primary Care Trust in question to bring its policies in line with the rest of this (apparently 'civilised') country.

Please consider signing the petition here: http://petitions.number10.gov.uk/gdoxpct/; I would consider it a great personal favour.

Please also propagate this link. A minimum of 200 signatures are necessary for the petition to be considered.

ETA: A clarification of the Catch-22 in question, from </a></b></a>sebastienne

"To further explain the Catch-22:

Gender reassignment, in the UK, is mediated through specialist clinics. For the south of England, the specialist clinc is at Charing Cross Hospital in London. In order for Charing Cross to put you forward for surgery, you have to demonstrate that you are functioning day-to-day, living in your target gender.

In order to get funding out of Oxfordshire PCT, you have to demonstrate "extreme need" - and pretty much the only way to do this is to be so depressed as to be at risk of suicide. A state of mental health which then makes you ineligible for treatment by Charing Cross.

Oxfordshire PCT will only fund your gender reassignment when your condition, through non-treatment, has made you too ill to undergo surgery."

And a link to the full report referenced in the petition explanation, which gives some history as well as details of exactly what Oxfordshire PCT are doing wrong, and how they're doing it: PDF Article by Outen et al.

Infernal, the same lot that did Paris To Berlin, are awesome. Many thanks shallowthing for making me rediscover this awesome band. You're right, the videos are atrocious, but the music is lush. I particuarly like 'I Won't Be Crying', although her roar in the chorus is a bit off and sounds like someone with a bowel problem. I'd also like the dress that she's wearing. Can we say Om Nom children?

This evening has seen me raging at the debit card and wondering why it won't work, to be told that my mother cut it up in a rage and had a breakdown. Stupid bitch. That will not appease your father, since it happens to be his card and he'll now have to order a new one, you nutty fuck.

Also, many games of Left4Dead with the boys, who have been exceedingly lovely to me and letting me RAEG all over the place. I love the new patch! Random tank spawns, Witch Spawns, decreased Burning Hunter damage (Boo.) and Smokers attacking through infected, as well as the new server finding options which make life a lot easier. Can't wait for the patch in April and the massive LAN game I'm attending. Motherfuckers going to get hurt.

Tomorrow will see me finally finishing Charlottes Wig (*chortle*) and posting the first set of hentai_ninja s Dreadlocks to see if she likes them. Then, I can start getting ready for Maelstrom. Skimping on kit, but thankfully, I have a tonne of awesome friends who want/need me there for awesomeness/plot/boobs. :D

I love rage. It beats being upset and it means I get to RAEG at inanimate objects. And, whether I'm right or not, it beats being sadface.

(Update) Kit has directed me to GORGEOUS White furs for Leviticus. Om nom nom nom.

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So. Er.. Yeah, an update.

The red hair is gone, it's now chocolate brown and black with highlights. Anyone can with eyes has probably realised that I have a boyfriend, noize_ghic , whom is lovely and made of win and a few mutated types of awesome. Also, giraffes. And he cooks. And is the only lad I've been out with that can dance. I took his hairs virginity the other week. Our idea of a date is a night on L4D and Crisis Core. Best dates ever.

Still no work, still trying to clean the fucking house. Still trying to survive my bank crying over the amount I'm spending on LRP gear. Ack ack ack.

I need to do the laundry, so busy tomorrow.

Shit. Shit. SHIT.

5 weeks til Maelstrom and I have no kit.

NO KIT.

ABSOLUTELY NO KIT.

Stuff up on Ebay. GO BUY.

Sleep Paralysis is odd, and occurs more in girls who are just about on the edge of puberty.

I loved Sleep Paralysis, I still get it occasionally, maybe once or twice a month.

Curling up in bed, and all of a sudden, I'm awake and walking around, or at least I think I am.

In reality, I'm still asleep and my brain and body are out of sync. In my lovely little dreamworld, I'm walking through my room when a horrific high frequency screech hits my ears and causes me to stop dead in my tracks and crumple into a corner, like a crisp packet in an oven.  The pitch doesn't stop, and I can hear someone laughing. It's a dude, I know it's a dude.

I can't move. I can only listen, for what seems like hours.

Everything goes white, and I see static move towards the left of the white screen in my mind. It clears and there's a small, white spherical object, something like a ping-pong ball, sat dead centre in the middle of the screen. More high pitched noise.

I watch my grandfather carry me as a small child in my pajamas, through the dining room and underneath a fire alarm. I'm always looking at it from the same poisiton, by the phone at the other end of the dining room. As soon as he steps underneath the firealarm, we both disappear and the image sticks on the empty dining room with the same high frequency pitched noise.

Then, I actually wake up and I can still hear the noise. But I cannot move. I actually cannot move. Even my eyes can't flicker to look around the room for fear, by this point, has utterly consumed me. In fact, until I fall back asleep, I cannot close my eyes or move.

Weird. I love how brains work.

For once, I've been busy. Whether it's been watching Movies with Joey and drinking faaar too much Whisky, making dreads or cursing at Left4Dead and its orgasmic throngs of noobs, centrally clusterfucking around a tank when you should be running full tilt in the opposite direction. Fucking 10 year olds. I've been so busy, I've forgotten about LARP.

Yes, you heard it. I forgot about the lrp Preparations for this year.

So, I've got to get my shit together for Maelstrom and EOS event 1. Thankfully, I can recycle kit from my Ophidian character, Iara for my Fawn Deniel, Faune.

Amongst being busy, I have mostly been dying my hair a darker red as it insists on coming out pink in photographs. I also had it cut, again, to get rid of the frazzle from too much bleach and curling tongs.

I've had a bit of drama in my personal life recently which subsequently caused me to DEVELOP RAGE a little. Thankfully, it has passed. Sometimes I think my psyche thrives on drama, it needs it to continue working in an Anna-type fashion. A little like a woman who happens to be addicted to Sociopaths. (It's true, I know this from my learnings. DWMWFTI* etc.) However, I do not lieks the drama, as it causes me to mope and moan and ignore those closest to me, along with my oh so goth wailings.

I've closed down the WitchHuntersInc clanserver, as I've found somewhere else that gives lots of slots for very little money. I've also closed down the HarlotsHeart site, as I no longer wish to be making fucking dreads. I am sick of dreads. My wrists are fucked. No more. No. Sodding. More.

This weekend will see myself, Joey and notgothdammit  getting very drunk and dancing to 80's tunes like twats. I also hear rumours of a Lasagne being cooked on the grapevine... please? PLEASE?

I'm going to try to have a good weekend without getting angry, I *need* the upper hand before my brain meat becomes any more broken than it already is. Bobbins.

*DWMWFTI = Don't worry Maam, we're from the internets.

Right! Quick update before I get to work for the day.

Scarlet was *fucking awesome*. I ended up kissing a few more people than I should have done. I lost my Hearts collar, but I looked fucking awesome. I also met some pretty funky people, including a guy with awesome sewing machine skills and lovely white blonde dreads, that were real, for once! I think I'd been drinking since half 2, so I was pretty off my feet by the end of it. I've come out of this weekend feeling pretty good, although I'm stuck in the midst of FUCK ARGH GET FUCKED WHAAARGARBL drama.

I'm quite looking forward to spending some time with notgothdammit this weekend at Redeemer, as we have 80's cheese and Hyper Kawaii Robot! to dance like twats to.

I took my extensions out and have redyed my awful roots. It's now a lot shorter, and contrary to the colour proof on my webcam, a very dark red. See nyah.

Must stop getting so wasted. The only reason being that I look awful on club photos. Like Cthulhu is trying to manifest in my face. Not cool. Not sexy.

It's the little things in life that make me happy. Also makes me wonder why I never noticed for 4 years. Curious.

Fucking update time.

I have been working my devilishly comfy socks off. I recieved a months worth of orders through in a few hours. So, I has the dollars, but not enough hours in the day to be making the orders. I've had to tell the clients to wait on the 4 week turnaround period, as my steamer and my wrists cannot cope with making 50+ dreads a day, so, I'm taking a few days off to prepare for the Scarlet Broken Hearts Ball.

I've been working on my Queen of Hearts outfit for a full two weeks. When I say 'working', what I actually mean is 'ordering and customising.' A nice little black and red Rubber ensemble, complete with Fur bolero, leather KAOS corset, Leather Hearts Collar and Matching paddle with a lovely little red Mini tophat fascinator. I'm going to be covered in hearts.

I also caved and joined Twitter, downloaded Digsby (which is fucking useful.) and re-joined LastFM.  Yes, I know, I need more artists. But my 10mb line is being dodgy as of late. Speaking of which, Left4Dead is awesome. I got myself a lovely server to run Private Clan Games on. (Clan:WitchHuntersInc).

I was going for drinks with Joey tonight, but the Can't Be Bothered virus has overwhelmed me, so, he's decided to come to Scarlet on saturday night. Along with a bunch of other people, it should be an awesome night.. but there's something in the back of my head saying the nights going to end *badly*...

Dearest XXXX

You cheeky fuck. Get bent.

Love, Anna.

Fuck, well, it's been a while since I updated properly. TheHarlotsHeart.com is still being designed (And will probably stay that way until I can be arsed to make dreads again.) due to me having a backlog of orders to fill and now, a knackered right wrists from twisting and knotting all day. Make a pun, if you can.

Health slowly deteriorating. Cute, useful and awesome stuff is accumulating. Such as my Pink PSP and my HTC Touch HD. (Which yourapocalypse  has such a hard on for, he got technoenvy when I showed it to him.)

I've been a bit all over the country recently. Carlisle to Leeds to Nottingham to Derby and round again.

Anyway, it's Autonomy this weekend! It's time for Oontz, Stomp and Rhythmic Noise! I don't have a clue who'll be out, as I haven't hit that 'scene' in such a long time. I'm looking at you, greeba . I even bought matching Kitten Mittens! (In red, not pink!)  for my Kitten Hat, as well as the Portal T-shirt I made on Spreadshirt and some other funky shit, because I always feel pretty damned dressed down at Autonomy.

Time to sleep, I think. I need to kick the bodyclock back into shape in preparation for my imminent day-job...