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OK...I wrote this when I was working for that telemarketing company with Mori and I knew this girl named Jessica who was off her @#$%&*! rocker and wouldn’t leave me alone. I also decided to base this guy Bill of a friend from high-school named Robert Graves, who was a super-duper mega nerd. The point of this story?
To show that vampires can be geeky, normal people just like the rest of us.
Bill fidgeted in his short maroon swivel chair, causing it to creak and moan with each twist of his ankles. He grabbed hold of the coal-colored rubber arm rests, his well-kept nails digging into the fleshy material. He swallowed once, but refused to turn away from his oversized flat screen monitor. If he didn't move, perhaps the predator standing behind him would not attack.
Five minutes ago, he'd been reconfiguring someone's network. He'd been telling the stupid, rude, arrogant doctor exactly where he could put his static IP address when SHE walked in. And the second he'd gotten off the phone, some sort of carnal glint came into her eyes, and then she'd pounced. He'd seen it coming for months, but today she'd worked up the courage, and now he was at his present position: fending off with a stick the only person he liked in this whole damned office.
"Don't ignore me. Answer me," his coworker snapped. "How much throwing myself at you do I have to do?" Janet was not someone who was easy to ignore with her long brown hair and skirts that were probably really cummerbunds. There was also the fact that she thrust her chest in his face at every given opportunity. No, he was well aware of how hard she was trying. "Bill!"
He had to deliver an answer, and he had to do it swiftly. Glancing around at his gray computer box, gray monitor base, gray speakers and high sandstone gray walls of his cubicle, he found no inspiration. His eyes locked on the navy blue 'Starfleet Academy' mug behind his keyboard and the red pens within. He tried sucking some sort of inspiration from the out of this world wisdom of the Roddenberry universe, but it just wasn't happening. "I just...it wouldn't be right to date a coworker." Certainly not one as delectable as her. Sometimes...the more you wanted something, the more you had to stay away from it. If he didn't, it would just end badly, and then he'd feel guilty, and he didn't enjoy feeling guilty.
And he liked this girl. She had beaten Starcraft in one week. She knew how to create and maintain networks and how to overclock a machine with hardware upgrades without making it blow up. Not only were her technical skills strong, but she was always fun to be around. There was also the aspect of dressing - short skirts, big shoes, and the bustiest tops allowed by the current dress code policy. He appreciated her efforts in that regard, not many girls felt the need to dress up for geeks. But she was interested in him. Heaven knew why, but she was. And that meant that he had to do his best to put a safe distance between them.
There was something whiney yet angry in her voice when she spoke. "It's not a date. I'm asking you to come out with me somewhere, in public even, which I know is hard for you. But as friends, OK?"
When he slowly turned to face her, he saw her hanging with one arm from the cold metal edge of the flimsy partition wall, her chest shoved outward, and completely towards him. One cold hand wiped against his faded blue polo shirt as he tried to remain calm, but knew he was failing miserably. "I have a personal policy -"
"And you went out for drinks last week with Dan before he quit." Suddenly, Janet's nutmeg colored eyes lit and grew wide as some sort of revelation exploded in her head. "Oh dude. I mean...if you're playing for the other team..."
Bill relaxed in his chair just a bit. He looked up and down the empty rows of cold gray cubicles, thankful no one else was in on the weekends to witness this display. "I'm not...playing for the other team," he informed her with a sigh. Of course, things might have gone easier if he'd have said he was gay. Then he'd at least have a legitimate excuse for shoving off her attentions.
He realized, however, that his current move wasn't the best course of action because she folded her arms across her chest and glared at him, steam practically coming out her ears. Her face blotched red, and he knew he was in trouble. "So what's the hold up?"
"I'm five years older than you are." Her nineteen years to his twenty-four really weren't as big of a deal as he said they were. He kind of enjoyed that whole nubile coed aspect. Not to mention, she was intelligent, and much more fun to deal with than most of the people he came in contact with.
"I have never dated a guy less than three years older than me."
One ankle turned, and a platform sandal jutted out in a display of attitude. His eyes trailed up her thin, tanned legs to the edge of her blue and pink florescent skirt. Realizing his eyes were wandering, they snapped to the bluish gray carpet. The call center for the university health system's Computing Services department was a sterile shoebox that reminded Bill more of a crypt than an office, and his eyes tended to wander towards
anything that didn't look like a statue in a cemetery or a cement tomb. Of course, it helped that she was easy on the eyes.
"I'm not on the football team," he added quickly, trying to cover for his apparent breach. Staring at her noticeably attractive body wasn't the best way to give the shut down, but it was imperative that he do so. He liked her too much to go out with her.
Her raisin colored lip jutted out in a protesting pout. "I told you, I'm through with those jerks, OK? I thought we were the same, but we weren't. They can't configure a home network. Fraternities are like some kind of religious order for the drunk and stupid, and I'm done. OK?" She unfolded her arms from across her chest and tugged on her pastel pink chemise, adjusting and straightening it out. "Come on. You need to just give me a
chance. You're like...so awesome. You've never been a big jerk like them, so you get points, and I should get some points cause I'm a geek on the inside."
"And you're so sure I'm the right one," Bill asked incredulously. He was practically praying for someone to call for computer help, just to give him a break, and maybe she'd forget that she was treating him like dinner. Boy did he have a surprise for her, if she thought that 'carnivore' was in this season. "Look, I just don't do 'attention' well. That's why I work the weekend shifts, so that it's just me, the only full-timer who doesn't have his head up his ass, and some poor schlub student worker who needs the cash, and the occasional idiot who calls looking for me to find his brain. You go out to clubs every night, and I go back home to my crypt of an apartment and play video games and download bootleg movies till dawn. I've been out of circulation for so long, I'm in library storage."
Her shoulders slumped in desperation. "Come on. Every time a student quits, I pick up the shifts that coincide with your shifts. You're pretty sociable to me, otherwise I wouldn't be doing that. I think you're worth the effort. So what's the deal? Why won't you spend time with me, but you'll spend time with Dan, who's a complete drain on humanity, not to mention waste of human flesh? No one was sorry when he stopped showing up, but I'd like to think someone'd notice if I quit coming to work. I think you would."
She grabbed hold of the arms of his chair, securing him into place. "I really like your brand of 'jaded,' ok? I don't know what it is. There's something kind of...nice about the way you get off the phone with some jerk, and you slam your headset down, and say he should be torn apart by wild zombies. Sometimes I wanna kill people too, OK?"
Bill didn't know if she suspected something about the things he didn't share with the rest of the office, but he knew it was time to put a serious cap on the situation when her well manicured hand moved from the rubber arm rest to his hand, then began slowly creeping up his arm.
"You work out. I swear. If the geeks in the computer science department looked like you, I wouldn't have changed majors," she whispered smokily. Her lips were growing closer to his face with every nanosecond.
Leaning back, he grabbed her wrist and pushed her gently an arms' length away, to put some distance between them. He hated doing this. It made him tired. But he really couldn't think of any other way. "Janet..." he said soothingly, letting the words flow out of him, and into her. His eyes locked upon hers, and for a moment, he saw the world in gold. "Janet, I'm not going to go out with you."
"You're not?" she mumbled, her eyes glazing over.
He nodded, still maintaining eye contact. "You're going to forget we ever had this conversation. And you're going to get a better taste in men. Not geeks who like their Dungeons and Dragons characters more than their friends, and not frat boys or disrespectful football players who're going to treat you badly. Think picket fence, long-haul, and stuff like that. "
"I'm going to forget..." suddenly her eyes hardened, and she glared at him. "What the hell just happened?" She snatched her hand away, and pressed her back up against the flimsy cubicle wall.
"Aw. Damn. I hate it when that doesn't work," Bill grumbled to himself.
"What doesn't-" Her eyes grew round like watery dishware as they locked with his again. He was seeing the world through a golden haze, so he knew she was seeing something she really ought not.
Bill winced, and he knew that in doing that, he was also giving her a view of his...interesting dental situation as well. He might as well give it up - he was exposed.
"Usually, when it doesn't work on someone, I end up having to kill them because they start screaming and stuff, and then I feel bad." Bill sighed. He was officially at a total loss. He had no idea what to do.
"What's your deal?" she asked with a hint of confusion in her voice. There was also a touch of anger, which Bill was a bit surprised at. "What kind of crap are you into?"
"Into?"
Janet stopped leaning against the gray cloth-covered partition and stood up straight, something akin to indignation overtaking her features. "Those Dungeons and Dragons guys are sometimes into some weird crap like neo-vampirism and all that other bullshit."
"Geez. I'm a REAL vampire here," Bill said angrily. He jumped out of his chair, just so he could look down on her. Even platform shoes were not enough to help the terminally short. "Try to have a little respect for that."
He did the fang-barring thing complete with glowing yellow eyes and a primordial hiss for special effect. He'd only practiced it at home, but his dog seemed to be scared.
Fortunately, it had the desired effect. Janet took one giant step out of his cubical. "You know that commercial on Cartoon Network? Where Batman says 'I am vengeance, I am the night'? That's me," he announced proudly, trying to put away the hunger that these things always brought about in him.
"You're Batman?" The angry sarcasm of her words tore into the air between them.
"No, the vengeance gig is all mine. Remember Dan? He wasn't a complete waste of human flesh after all - turned out to be a really great appetizer. Same with that Melroy kid. Total spazoid. Ever wonder why we don't get calls from Evil Doctor Lewis and his research monkeys any more?" He grinned proudly. "My handiwork. Thank you, come again." Bill leaned towards her and flashed his fangs again. "Now show some respect."
"Geez," Janet breathed. "I mean...well." She lifted her head with pride and took a deep breath in through her nose, an air of indifference seeping from her. "Well, I just mean...it's not something you see every day."
Clasping her hands behind her back, she looked up at him innocently, then took a step forward and twisted the heel of her shoe into the carpet. "So, I guess that only leaves one question: are you going to kiss me or kill
me?"
That effectively killed all desire within Bill. In fact, it kind of turned his stomach. "Excuse me? I mean, are you that low on self-esteem that you're going to just keep going along with this? I mean - I kill people on a nightly basis!"
"I've wanted to kill people now and again," Janet said with a large huff. "I mean, working in this job, who hasn't wanted to kill somebody? But you actually go out and DO it!"
Bill felt his jaw drop and tried to close it, but had somehow lost muscle control over his face. Some part of him supposed he should be more attracted to her now than he was before. Somehow, though, that wasn't quite the emotion that was festering within him.
"There's always a third option," she crooned seductively as she closed the gap between them.
Bill took one step backwards until his legs smashed up against the edge of the desk, and then he leaned back still further. "No way."
"Would it be so bad? We like the same things," the young woman pointed out. She reached towards him, and Bill realized he was panicking. A normal, sane person would have killed her by now and stuffed her body in the server room. It was cold enough in there that it would be weeks before anyone found her. He was bigger than her, he was scarier than her, and gosh darn it, he killed people often.
His chest heaved visibly with a sigh of relief when she reached past his shoulder and snagged a round button off of the thick stone-colored material lining his modular work area. Janet flashed the button in his face. "'Go away before I replace you with a very small pile of ashes,'" she quoted from the button. "That means we're good for each other."
"Oh, great. Then I turn you into a vampire, and fifteen minutes later, you're bitching at me because I stuck you at age nineteen for the rest of your earthly existence, and being dead didn't make you any cooler. It all makes perfect sense. Give me that." He tore the button out of her hand and shoved it into the pocket of his nearly white jeans. "Listen to yourself!" Maybe she was in shock or something. "I kill people! I eat them! And you're OK with that?"
"Well, do you regret it?"
He blinked once, then stared at her. "No."
"I think I'd be more freaked out if you didn't want to, and kept doing it."
He looked past her to the empty expanse of the cubicle forest beyond. All the space in this office, and he was trapped in this tomb, with her. "You should be freaked out!" he shouted.
"Look, I'm not, OK? You can't just push me away. You know I'm not like everybody else, so you have to give me a chance. One date. One club. And if it doesn't work out, we go our separate ways, no harm, no foul."
Bill slid along the edge of the desk and edged himself around her, then practically dove out of the cubical. Reaching the safety of the water cooler at the end of the row, he grabbed hold of the blue half-full tank and turned the corner, practically hiding behind the unit.
"Dude, I'm not going out with you."
At first it had been because she was so great, he didn't want to end the date with the obligatory part of the evening where he sucked her dry then left her pasty white carcass in some out of the way location to congeal and eventually liquefy.
"And I'm not turning you, either."
"Well, I'd really prefer if you didn't kill me," she pouted playfully, coming out of the enclave of cloth and metal and slowly slinking towards him.
He backed up further, until his spine was crushed against the hard wooden door leading out of the office. He was sure there was some kind of irony in the situation, but he couldn't think of what it was. "I don't know what I'm going to do to you, ok? But...damn!"
"You'll have to think up something," she informed him. Her hands came to rest upon her small hips, as if she were waiting for his decision. "But we'd have a lot more fun. Doing it my way."
Bill's only regret at that moment was that he had no place further he could back up to.
"You're so going to be disappointed in me.
"Bill, honey. You're a loser. You spend your lunch gaming, you own every Star Trek movie on DVD, you go home...you don't have a life, OK? You were dead before you were dead. I think I know the worst of it."
Driving his hands through his chestnut colored hair, Bill let out a growl of frustration.
"OK, it doesn't bother you that you're not freaked out with the fact that I kill people on a nightly basis. You think it's a sign we're supposed to be together." He watched her nod. "And no matter what I say at this junction, you're just going to point out how it really means we have a chance." Another nod of ascent. "OK," he breathed calmly. "Alright. I can deal with that."
Licking his lips, he tried to muster something resembling hunger. "I guess you're going to get your wish," he whispered through dry lips.
A somewhat satisfied smile spread across her darkly colored lips. She reached up and pulled the hair away from her neck.
Bill rolled his eyes. "That's so clichè. Gimme your wrist." She turned her hand over and exposed the underside of her arm. Reaching out, Bill gently grabbed her hand and brought it towards his lips. "This is going to hurt a little."
Janet's eyes lit with some sort of joyous emotion playing on her face. The girl really needed some better guy friends. Not frat boys, and not guys who devoured others as a food source.
Realizing it was for the best, Bill bit down with only one side of his mouth. She gasped, and almost cried out in pain, but swallowed it. He pulled his mouth away licked the hot red liquid from his upper lip, letting a few drops spill on the carpet. His mouth closed over the wound and he drank, even though he didn't feel hungry.
In his living days, Bill had been known to drink a quart of orange juice in one sitting. It was nothing to him to consume four half-pints of milk at lunch in high school. So he knew exactly how much to take.
When he hit the last few dregs of pint three and a half, her knees buckled. Bill slowly let her slide to the floor, crouching beside her as she collapsed. He let his mouth fill with blood as her eyes closed. When he was sure she was unconscious, he pulled his mouth away from her ebbing wrist, and spit the mouth full onto the carpet.
He used his wrist to wipe away the blood from the edges of his mouth, and then he licked the sticky copper substance from his skin. "Crazy bitch," he muttered, removing the Leatherman Multitool and began sliding out tools and pondered each of them. He began to shove the serrated edge into the wound and began tearing upward, but realized it wasn't the tool for the job. It might get her started, but what he really needed was the bottle cap opener. The blunt edge tore at her bloody pink flesh, and he knew it would hurt like a son of a bitch later.
"This is for your own good, you know," he said, removing the tool holder from his belt. "I mean, I could kill you, but I like you. You're smart, and you're funny. The only problem is, you scare the living fuck out of me. So...you're going to spend some quality time at the psychiatric hospital. The good news is, since you did it on work time, the health system'll pay for it."
He wrapped her hand around the Multitool, then rose, licking the last bit of blood from his fingers. It was a shame to let food go to waste, but it was ultimately for a good cause.
Bill watched for a moment to make sure the bleeding slowed, then stepped over her unconscious body and then went back into his cubicle. Putting the headset on his head, he dialed the number for security, then reached into his pocket. Removing the button, he looked it over for a moment, then slid the needle back into the course fabric of his cubicle wall.
"We're going to need someone in B-17 of the Viseton Building, and you should hurry. Girl in here cut her wrist." Quietly, he licked a stray streak of dried blood from the back of his thumb. "No. I came back from the bathroom, and she was passed out on the floor..." He looked back at the inert body on the middle of the floor. For the first time since he'd begun down this path, he felt more than just badly about the situation - he felt actual guilt. She could have been the perfect girlfriend if she'd have just screamed or something, but no. His dream date had to be a complete sociopath, probably even beyond his own mass murdering tendencies.
"OK," he told the security staff. "Make sure someone gets here soon." He disconnected the call.
Bill knelt on one knee beside her body, watching the slow rise and fall of her chest. One cool hand brushed the hair from her forehead, enjoying the silky feel beneath his fingertips. He sighed, then lifted the bottom of a lock of hair to his lips, kissing it. "If you weren't such a fucking psychopath, we could have had something special."
I know Rahul and Tayde did something, I just don't know what. But rest assured, I will smote all of you. I will smote you good.
Good, I tell's ya!
Current mood:
confused.
I am...sooo incredibly lame, that I am perhaps the epitamy of lameness in all it's lameitude.
Check this.
I wrote something very meaningful and important. But...I didn't write it here, because I didn't want everyone to see it.
This is because I'm lame, see.
Yeah. Um...I'm...going to go now. Toodles.
Current mood: Laaaaaame..
I added four new movies to my website. check 'em out if you're bored. Or don't. Whatever.
Current mood:
confused.
I JUST GOT A PHONE CALL ASKING ME ABOUT WRITING A SEQUEL TO THE PRINCE OF MIDNIGHT! WOOOOOOOOT! HA HA HA HA HA! What am I thinking about in terms of a sequel? Well...let's think about a few mere options...
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1) More in-depth to the key question, "who is Fantomas?"
2) The death of one of our handful of intrepid heroes? Oh, Brigit...
3) The turning of sides by everyone's favorite duo?
4) Malice...
5) ...greed...
6) ...lust...
7) ...and the rest of the seven sins.
8) Journeys into the world of The Artist?
9) What was the connection between The Prince and The Artist?
10) Something so incredibly huge and dramatic it'll make you go, "whoa. That's incredibly huge - AND dramatic!"
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Of course, those of you who've never read the original have no idea what I'm talking about. But...you guys suck, so, yeah. If you WANT to read it, email me a request at SamuraiPlatypus@aol.com. Nobody will be turned down. Unless I really hate you, which I most likely don't. See, you can't steal it - it's copyrighted. Woot. Go me.
Current mood:
ecstatic.Current music: Max Reger - Bacchanal.
I stole this from Nima's livejournal. I am full of guilt.
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In The Last 48 Hours, Have You:
01. Cried: Not that I know of...
02. Bought something: Uh...probably, but, I can't think of what it may have been.
03. Gotten sick: I've had a headache for over two weeks, and it hasn't gone away yet...
04. Sang: Yeah. Can't pinpoint when and where, but I have. Be afraid.
05. Eaten: Yep yep yep.
06. Been kissed: Uh...might've. Can't remember for sure. I'm tired.
07. Felt stupid: YES. Big, positive, resounding yes.
08. Wanted to tell someone you loved them, but didn't: Yeah.
09. Met someone new: Yes.
10. Moved on: ...I don't get it either, Nima...
11. Talk to an ex: No.
12. Missed an ex: NO.
13. Talked to someone you have a crush on: Yeah...
14. Had a serious talk: Yep.
15. Missed someone: Yeah. A lot.
16. Hugged someone: Yep. I like hugs too...
17. Fought with your parents: ...always.
18. Dreamed about someone you can't be with: Uh...I don't typically do that.
Social Life
01. Best girl friend: Ashleigh
02. Best guy friend: Rahul, as best I figure.
03. Boyfriend/Girlfriend: ...
05. Hobbies: Writing, hanging out with friends, movies, stamps, RHPS...other stuff. I hate this question.
07. Are you center of attention or the wallflower: Sort of both...
08. What type automobile do you drive: ...fuck you guys.
09. What type automobile do you wish you drove: One with...four wheels. And an engine.
10. Would you rather be with friends or on a date: Uh...damn. Dunno.
11. Where is the best hangout: Anywhere where my friend(s) are (is).
12. Do you have a job: Yeah, unfortunately.
13. Do you attend church: Most certainly NOT.
14. Do you like being around people: Most definitely.
Who:
01. Have you known the longest: My parents.
02. Do you argue the most with: See above.
03. Do you always get along with: Most of the peopel I hang out with...
04. Is the most trustworthy: See above answer, subtract Nima. (No offense.)
05. Makes you laugh the most: Everyone at different times. I suppose I talk to Ashleigh the most, though, so I guess it'd be her...
06. Has been there through all the hard times: All my good friends. Love 'ya guys (and gals).
07. Has the coolest parents: Ashleigh. By far. Though, Sam's mom is cool...and scary...
08. Has the scariest siblings: ME. You all know my brother. ::shudder::
09. Is the most blunt: Either Ashleigh or Sam.
10. Is the smartest: Tough choice. Ashleigh...Sam...Camerin...Rahul...every
Personal:
01. Who is your role model: Batman. Duh.
02. What are some of your pet peeves: People who suck. Y'know the ones.
03. Have you ever liked someone you had no chance with: Yeah, I think. Though I never tried, so I guess I never found out, huh?
04. Have you ever cried over the opposite sex: Physically CRIED, maybe not. But felt really, really, really bad over, yes.
05. Do you have a "type" of person you always go after: No, not really.
06. Have you ever lied to your best friend(s): Little white lies, maybe...nothing serious.
07. Ever wanted to get revenge on someone because they hurt you: Yeah.
08. Would you rather be dumper or dumped? Neither...
09. Rather have a relationship or a "hookup": Relationship.
10. Want someone you don't have right now: Yeah.
11. Ever liked your best guy/girl friend: ...
12. Do you want to get married: Yeah, one day. No rush, though. I ain't my brother.
13. Do you want kids: Maybe...one day...
14. Do you believe in psychics: Yeah.
16. What is your favorite part of your physical appearance: I don't know...it's odd. It isn't so much pride as it is obsessive compulsion. I won't comb my hair. The messier, the better. Such is me.
17. What is your favorite part of your emotional being: Uh...what?
18. Are you happy with you: Yeah.
19. Are you happy with your life: Yeah.
20. If you could change something in your life right now, what would it be: ...I'd be...less...of a wuss...
Current:
[ Current Clothes ] Black jeans and a hawaiian shirt.
[ Current Mood ] My head hurts. And I'm tired.
[ Current Music ] Caravan by Pantera
[ Current Taste ] Vanilla Pepsi
[ Current Make-up ] None.
[ Current Hair] Clean, soft...and MESSY. (Take THAT, Nima...)
[ Current Annoyance ] No comment.
[ Current Smell ] Incense and spearmint chewing gum.
[ Current thing I ought to be doing ] Dishes. Always dishes.
[ Current Desktop Picture] A jack-o-lantern. Like my DJ icon, only...bigger.
[ Current Favorite Artist ] I don't know. Lots.
[ Current Book you're reading ] The Wastelands, by Stephen King. Again.
[ Current DVD in player ] The Killer Shrews (Best...movie...EVER.)
[ Current Color Of Toenails ] Regular?...
[ Current Refreshment ] Mmm. Tea.
[ Current Worry ] What is this thing that's latched onto the back of my neck and is sucking my blood? Hmm...
Current mood:
bored.Current music: Is that Britney Spears on Leno in the background? UGH..
Not much to do this fine Sunday night, so I took a few quizzes online. Enjoy.
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You're an Emerald. You are goofy and unique. You're
very easy to be with and a lot of fun too. The
type of person someone could be friends with
easily.
What Jewel Are You?
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Samurai says: I like it.
Dark Guru: Mysterious, charismatic and often more
than a little spooky, you are a master of
illusion and persuasion all at the same time.
You have a unique skill for reading people,
determining their desires, hopes and fears,
then molding yourself into an image that best
appeals to them, using that talent to quickly
subvert them to your superior will. You tend
to have a cult-like group of admirers and
friends around you most of the time, and those
you have swayed tend to speak of you with
passion and reverence. Whether or not you
actually believe in the line you are towing is
secondary, for it is not your dogma, but rather
your charisma, that makes others flock to you.
Other villains, even those you work with, will
often see you as strange, deranged or
dangerous, so you tend to prefer to be on your
own or in chargebut creativity and vision have
always had their price. Famous Comic Book Dark
Gurus include Magneto, Von Drake and Violator.
What Type of Evil Super Villain Would you be? (images)
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Samurai Says: I like THAT, too.
Your soul is bound to the Solitary Rose: The
Alone.
"When I wake up alone, the shades are still
drawn on the cold window pane so they cast
their lines on my bed and lines on my
face."
The Solitary Rose is associated with loneliness,
melancholy, and patience. It is governed by
the goddess Merope and its sign is The Sword,
or Unrequited Love.
As a Solitary Rose, you may be summed up as a
hopeless romantic. You desire love and have so
much love to give, but thing just never seem to
work out the way you want them to. In life,
you can be very optomistic, even when things
are gray and nothing works out to your
expectations.
What Rose Is Your Soul Bound To?
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Samurai says: Um...oh. ::sniff:: I hope not...
You should be dating a Pisces.
19 February - 20 March
Your mate is loving and caring, trusting and
hospitable, and romantic. Though he/she can be
self-pitying, temperamental or dependent, the
fishes are quite romantic in bed.
What Zodiac Sign Are You Attracted To?
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Samurai says: Heh. Well...how 'bout that.
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Well, folks, time for me to finally turn in. I say thankee-sai to you all, and I shall see you in the movies. Auf weidersehen!
So, I have some sort of "conversion/compression headache" that I have to take Ultram for. That means that I have a permanent headache, unless I regulate it with this wonderful pill that may or may not make me high.
But enough boring crap. What else shall we talk about?
I don't know. I've got to start Christmas shopping, I suppose. Otherwise I'll NEVER get done. Though, I already know what I'm going to do for Ashleigh for Christmas...
...not that, you perverts...
...and I ain't telling nobody. It's gonna be a surprise. As for everyone else...I have no clue. Well, I have some clue; just not a lot of clue. A little bit. Yeah. I have a little clue.
My head hurts.
Current mood: My head hurts....
Current music: When the Levy Breaks - Led Zeppelin.
Congratulations to Rahul, who just got himself an I.O.U. for an official Wild and Untamed Things cast party in his honor. And also...my head is in a lot of pain. Um...I'm gonna lie down.
Current mood:
crappy.Current music: RHPS - Science Fiction; Double Feature.
Tonight, we go...to Rocky at the Laemle. We are cool.