w w w . v o l a r e . n e t / l a c k l u s t e r p r i n c e s s

Argh! Where'd the homework entry go?
It was ugly so I took it off. Mwah-hah-hah... oh the power. *Clears throat.* Anyway, today was another uneventful school day, and yet I chose to have a good one... so I did. How magical is that? Quite, if you ask me. Oh, the power of a mind...

~ Lackluster Princess on Tuesday, February 27, 2001 // 03:17 p.m.

HEATHER and JON!

Heather is my babe. And Jon... well Jon just looks good in a sweater.

~ Lackluster Princess on Monday, February 26, 2001 // 04:17 p.m.

New digital artwork.
I'm not going to describe it... :-) Just look. It's dedicated to Heather, who asked for more art. *kiss*

~ Lackluster Princess on Sunday, February 25, 2001 //

Stor!
This be me and my luscious love Frank, everyone.

(Because the www.stor.co.uk logo on these images are black, they fade out on my background. But don't think I ripped them off and edited them out!)

~ Lackluster Princess on Sunday, February 25, 2001 // 6:50 p.m.

I'm a dum bass. (ha)
Well well... look who incorrectly linked their frame site from their index page... isn't she cute???? DAMMIT!!! *hugs and kisses*

~ Lackluster Princess on Sunday, February 25, 2001 // 05:23 p.m.

ARRRGH! Webpage climax...
I'm finally satisfied with the layout for now. I donno... I am always impressed by all these weblogs w/out frames and what have you, but somehow I feel comforted by having all my surfing utilities on one lil' bar. Mmmm. Makes me feel all toasty. Good good?

~ Lackluster Princess on Sunday, February 25, 2001 // 12:35 a.m.

Heather.
I updated my confessions thing because Heather (my best friend *cough*) made me. She said I should make it so the new entries are first, so that they're not chronological, but sensical. What a friend. Pffft. (Just kidding Heather, I love you.)

~ Lackluster Princess on Saturday, February 24, 2001 //

Love Poem #4003.2 (approximately)
I became as light,
my honey, as life;
here's this: my experience for you,
you peach.
enormous purple pulses
to whisper your skin, love:
a tent of you -
sacred to me like azaleas.
you mated and kissed me.
a drop of you and I smear as berries do;
drench me in beauty
for you are lovely.
to the west we go
on rhythm's sparkle;
between [us] lovers is none.

I wrote this yesterday.

~ Lackluster Princess on Saturday, February 24, 2001 // 11:16 p.m.

HALTER!
Mmmmm... I found this awfully adorable crocheted halter top today. I'm babysitting now, so I should be able to buy it! Yes!! (Oh, frivolity).

~ Lackluster Princess on Saturday, February 24, 2001 // 10:49 p.m.

Definitions.
Just to clear something up:

par·a·mour - noun.

A lover, especially one in an adulterous relationship.

------------------------------------------------------ [Middle English from par amour, by way of love, passionately, from Anglo-Norman: par, by (from Latin per); see per1 in Indo-European Roots + amour, love (from Latin amor) (from amre, to love).]
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I used the word paramour to describe my love... and in NO way is he (or I) adulterous... so... sorry about that misunderstanding. I saw "paramour" in a magazine and thought it was pretty. I guess I shouldn't trust my magazines. *Smiles*

~ Lackluster Princess on Saturday, February 24, 2001 // 12:23 a.m.

... response to sushi...
I found one. Hee hee.

~ Lackluster Princess on Friday, February 23, 2001 // 06:17 p.m.

Webring wants...
Does anyone know if there's a webring out there about sushi?

~ Lackluster Princess on Friday, February 23, 2001 //

Coldplay again...
Jon bought me the Coldplay CD for a late Christmas present. (Don't ask.) IT'S SOOOO GOOD!!

Go browse for yourself.

~ Lackluster Princess on Friday, February 23, 2001 // 06:06 p.m.