No one needs more poppers!

Hello fans!

I, Mee-how, have been having quite a TIME. It is just so totes ridic I am not sure where to begin.

Firstly, LX has proven himself the ultimate darke vampyre, which I obviously already knew. After sleeping for 18 hours I woke up in my darkened hotel room to the sound of footsteps on broken glass, only to find LX standing in an obscene see-through cleavage shirt bloodied with some sort of injury. LX should be in a jail right now talking to all his new friends! He smiled his cruelle smile at me, yelled THE WORLD DOESN'T NEED MORE LOSERS, IT NEEDS MORE POPPERS, and jumped out the broken window, which pleased me immensely, but then I saw what he had done and now I want to hide in this closet forever. He also said something about Penelope, which sounds very suspicious, I will have to ask Onewytche about what horrible things he is doing to her, and called himself Lexi. Fans, there are hundreds of turtle heads drawn on the walls of my hotel room. Hundreds. I do not think that the staff will be pleased. Not only are they drawn on the walls, which are covered in a fake moire wallpaper--NOT CLASSY--but they are also drawn in lipstick (!) all over my bathroom mirror. He also wrote the words HOW SOON IS NOW, which is so trashy and unbelievable, and obviously it is in his serial killer writing which has made my soul grow cold. I do not even know what to do, so I am re-reading Kafka, per UGE.

Much more depraved and kayoot, I went to a sex shoppe for a man corset fitting so I can be sex-xy for the next Seatbelt Meetup. Every girl working there was so attractive and dead inside, and they all told me I was so slim which obviously pleased me to no end. My corset laces all the way up my back and neck and is so restrictive, it is just like having someone almost crush me to death but let me live instead. Yessse!

I went out to this one goth club by myself and it was so darke and everyone was so much more in the SCENE than at NEO, obviously. I felt so pleased that I re-shaved my head so I could be reborn into the scene along with every other guy with a shaved head. No one told me I had pretty eyes--TRASHY--but I did take my shirt off and sweat so much I felt like a terrible American. There were two kayoot girls who live together who wanted to "hang out" but they were so drunk I don't think they even remember their own names today.

What else? Oh let me think oh I got MUGGED! Obviously I was wearing my corset and walking down the street thinking about the terrible turtle heads when I hear this strange noise behind me. Of course I assume it is LX, but instead it was a very ugly man in a track suit and he backed me up against a wall--NOT SEX-XY--and took my wallet. Fortunately my fake Polish car insurance "card" and my passport were in the hotel but now I might look kind of tough since I have been roughed up. I have taken so many pictures of myself, I can't wait to put them up on Facebook.

I will have to blog about going back to Poland later. It is something else!

<3
Mischka