Dec. 19th, 2009


[Locked to the Landlord]

Rent's going to be late. Fine me or whatever it is you do. Pretty sure I have to be over a month behind for you to evict me, though. I'd hate to take you to court over it.

And send me my damned utility bills.

Dec. 18th, 2009


{Posted the day after the masquerade.}

You fucking moronic sods. I don't know what I'm going to do with you all.

First you get the fucking decorations wrong. Then, at the masque, you get in fights and fuck one another across the floor, thus, alright, winning me back over.

And then you manage to drown your stupid selves and let some idiot girl go into a fucking coma?

And you were so close to getting on my good side.

I'm not pleased. And trust me, there will be repercussions. You're a bunch of bloody idiot children. You're very, very lucky I can't fucking pin this on any one of you directly.

Oh, and to the fine lady whose company I enjoyed--I'll wear the mask with the purple beak when next we meet if it'd make you more comfortable. You did so get around, sweetheart.

Dec. 9th, 2009


le masque

{These invitations were slipped underneath the door of every apartment in the building. For those apartments housing more than one person, enough were left to cover every person in the apartment over 18. The invitations are printed on vintage paper, so worn that it feels feathery to the touch, but the ink is new and the type professionally done.}

you are cordially invited )

Nov. 29th, 2009


Locked to #601. )

Locked to #0000 )