Be Your Own Valentine

There’s nothing wrong with a bit of smut on
a snowy day

Wednesday, January 6, 2010

Lucky Santangelo Richmond Stanislopoulos Golden was the thrice-married daughter of the infamous Gino Santangelo. In her early thirties she was darkly, exotically beautiful, with a tangle of wild jet curls, dangerous black eyes, smooth olive skin, a full sensual mouth, and a slim body. She was a fiercely independent, strong-willed woman who never compromised and always took chances. Together they were like charged electricity.

RIP Luella

Monday, November 16, 2009

Where did it all go wrong? We were having such fun. It was all so…fun

You must remember the parties? Oh, the parties…Everyone was there.

I let you flirt with all those other girls; I was happy to share you with Alexa, for a while at least, and OK – yes it did really fucking hurt when I saw you with Peaches – but I could get over it, because I always knew you’d come back to me eventually.

We had our good times. Remember that autumn of 2008? Those crazy days where we dressed like Pagans and hung out at the witch museum? You taught me it was socially acceptable to crimp my hair; you said it was OK if I wanted to wear a party dress even though I was only staying in to brush the cat.

Sure, there was that difficult patch this spring; but I thought we were coming through the other side of it? I should have known then things would never be the same again. When you started to say it was OK for grown-ups to wear bows in their hair – I should have taken that as a sign.

I should have known it couldn’t last forever.

I set a curse upon you Barnabas Collins!…..

Saturday, October 31, 2009

My name is Victoria Winters. My journey is beginning. A journey that I hope will open the doors of life to me and link my past with my future. A journey that will bring me to a strange and dark place, to the edge of the sea high atop Widows’ Hill – a house called Collinwood. A world I’ve never known, with people I’ve never met. People who tonight are still only shadows in my mind, but who will soon fill the days and nights of my tomorrows.