*Pout*

I hate New Years... I hate New Years... I HATE NEW YEARS!

UGH! New Years means one thing, the Masquerade, and do you know what happens at the masquerade? Erik leaves me, alone, in the lair... I hate it! Last year I even put on a little tutu in hopes he would bring me, but he just smiled and left! I hear Christine is going to be going... and of course Erik is more then ecstatic to get to dance with her again... Especially with the Viscomte out of town... After overhearing Meg's dilemma with Madame over the white dress I am less then pleased with who is going to be wearing it! Why can't they both wear the same dress! They can be twins! Well... Erik is getting the Red Death costume ready... when he leaves he better kiss that Mannequin good-bye!
Words cannot describe the amount of rage these paws are pressing the keys in... Raoul is her mate isn't he? Then why is she... UGH! As long as he doesn't bring her back here, I don't care... as long as I sleep in a little ball next to Erik tonight, I'm happy.

I hope she doesn't break his heart again...