So anyway, that one sure sucked ass. Still hurts a lot, and of course she’s prodding and prodding because — what was Autumn’s phrase a few posts back? Oh yes, insane fucking manipulative bitch, right. Unfortunately we’re stuck in a few internet places together, she and I, so it all stays fresh and bitter. Like really really mean coffee that knows it can ruin your life if you’ll only drink enough of it.
What bit of hilarity will the multiverse come up with for me next, I wonder? A request: if we’re going to stick with the vampire theme I’d prefer a real one this time. You know, with the teeth, the sleeping by day, the Kate Beckinsale pants. The emotional kind are tedious. For one thing, at the end of the day you’re not allowed to drive stakes into their chests, turning them into clouds of explosive fiery dust. Because, well, that would just be fun.
Yes, let’s start with Kate Beckinsale as our rough guide and work along those lines. I’m looking forward to the sex-in-the-coffin part, too.