Below are the 6 most recent journal entries recorded in Me, myself and all our other personalities' LiveJournal:

Thursday, September 18th, 2003
1:49 am	People... Ugh The more I live, the less I like people. Don't get me wrong, I socialize, people sometimes interest me, fascinate me even, yet not to the extent that I like them as a species. Call me a racist, but I don't like the human race. You particularly come to dislike people when you are in the position wherein you ring people up out of the blue and ask them to vote for someone. Unexpectedly, though, they seem to tell you to fuck off in a much nicer tone of voice when you sound really really lovely on the phone. Also, women tend to be unhappy when a young female voice asks for their husbands over the phone. Whereas the men don't display such bitchiness. Russians tend to be entirely unwelcoming, suspicious and downright paranoid. People from South America tend to talk funny. Current Mood: blah Current Music: Garbage- Girl Don't Come (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Thursday, August 28th, 2003
1:35 am	Typos Funny typo's I've made: (on different occasions, by the way) Fucklings instead of Ducklings. Dicklings instead of Ducklings. Current Mood: bored Current Music: K's Choice- I Could Never Take The Place Of Your Man (Comment on this)
Tuesday, July 15th, 2003
6:43 pm	If God exists, I truly think He's this cinical, sarcstic girl, eternally in her late 20s. Sitting on a well decorated cloud, drinking her neverending cup of Starbucks coffee, chain-smoking Marlboro Lights and laughing her ass off. Who else would come up with this prank? Making this little ball, putting a bunch of creatures on it, giving a group of them free will and then punishing them for making the wrong choices. She made all evidence of evolution, the big bang and such just to throw us off. And religions? Well, that's probably the funniest one. She sent these "prophats" every few years... Jesus (who only got the job cuz she had a bit of a crush on him, really), Muhammad and other such men who all basically said the same things. See, she did that because, well, really, isn't it amusing to see people fight about who's right when they all believe in the same thing? And the way they keep making up silly little rules, all pretty damn ridiculous to make Her like them better. Does anyone really have another explanation? That's the only one that makes sense to me. Also, look at the evidence... Starbucks everywhere... But then that means she doesn't like Israel anymore... And does that mean that the Coffee Bean is the creation of the devil? (He's most likely a resentful ex-boyfriend of Hers...) Current Mood: amused Current Music: Tori Amos- Leather (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Saturday, July 12th, 2003
12:44 am	So I was just thinking, I'm this girl who was born in Russia, lived in Israel practically all my life, almost all my spoken-English knowledge comes basically from American TV and yet I have some distinctive Brit-like tendencies when I write or speak English (not the accent, but the querky little words. I say cheers alot and such). I also tend to think with a Brittish accent. This is something to be thought of over a pint, I'd say. I'm a bloody brit-wannabe is what I am. And yet I count in Russian and generally think in Hebrew. Interesting shite, the mind, really. Right then, this is the spiked Granita talking. (Iced coffee with booz, for those of you who know nothing of coffee and/or booz... And I do mean you, Dima). Cheers, mates, says I. Current Mood: silly Current Music: Jeff Buckley- Grace (3 Comments |Comment on this)
Friday, July 11th, 2003
2:22 pm	Right then, I'm majorly pissed off at the moment after having some talkbacks to an interview that was about, to make long story short, a guy who was suicidal. People seem to have absolutely no empathy and no understanding of depression and such experiences. Or just empathy, really. Well, yeah, I'm really not going anywhere with this, just saying I'm pissed off. To have a point to this posting, here's a little poem (from about two years ago though) In the infinity, of a thought, there lies the sadness, of a star fading, and dying out. Smothered with emotion, trying to think, eternally seeking bliss, but it can not be found, in a world of pain. My world of pain, opens and closes, to you and others, to me on occasion, without asking, if I want it to. Scream and curse, hate the day I was born, enjoy the small pains, love the beams, of ligh peeking through, if they are there at all. (Comment on this)
Thursday, July 10th, 2003
4:34 pm	Why are we here? No, this is not an existential thing... I was actually wondering why I'm on this site. All my brother's fault really. I did actually have a journal on another site, but naturally, what's the point in referring to another journal-site. I'll just make a new one here. Hopefully more interesting (though the other one was plenty interesting.) So, I shall post some poems and things on here a bit later. That was my way of saying "hello, here I am", by the way. (1 Comment |Comment on this)