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|Wednesday, March 27th, 2002|
I must say I feel as Wowbagger did, I could handle immortality were it not for Sundays. Particularly Sunday afternoons, there is no more boring or dreary a time I have ever encountered than any Sunday afternoon. The pergatory of religious programming, 60 Minutes, and Meet the Press. I almost stalked and killed Dick Cavett back in the 70's. What boring stuffy ass he was. Though when I saw Beetlejuice, I was glad I held myself in check.
And football... *shudder* there is nothing more hellish to a 500 year-old vampire than football. There's just something dreary and oppressive about watching football. I don't know why. But it depresses me.
Of course, this almost Thursday so perhaps discussions regarding Sunday are a bit inappropriate...
Oh, well. I felt like talking about it. Current Mood: random
|Friday, March 22nd, 2002|
The sun has set, I have fed. The sweet-smelling air is coming in through the window.
A perfect night for turdstirring on LJ.
|Wednesday, March 20th, 2002|
I have been away for a week or two.
I'm back now, and soon I shall become chatty again. Current Mood: amused
|Thursday, March 7th, 2002|
For some reason I have awakened early. I Cannot leave my room, as the sun is still up. I peeked out into the hallway, and I could see a sliver of the window. I hate waking up early. I'm not sure why it happens, but I feel icky when it does. My limbs are heavy and shaky... perhaps it was the drunken fellow Daniel and I fed on last night.
But I have AOL messenger now.
|Wednesday, March 6th, 2002|
|I feel silly now.
Damn it! Now where did Daniel go? I turned around to say something to him and he wasn't there.
|The kid with the round head wants to rumble
So it appears our darling Lestat has crashed Louis
' b-day, and turned it into his own personal reinactment of the revolution.
For the life of me, I will never understand they posted in livejournal where they were going! Did he not think Lestat
would go? This is the self-proclaimed brat prince we're talking about, the man is a rock star in every sense of the word. If you tell him where the punchbowl is, you have no one to blame but yourself when he pisses in it ;) Metaphorically speaking, of course.
I don't celebrate birthdays anymore, frankly. Seems that another year on the planet is hardly a major accomplishment when you're a vampire. "Yippee! I'm another year older!" Well, DUH. Of course I'm a year older, and barring a supernova I'll continue to get older. I'd rather celebrate something more interesting.
Like seeing that Marius
have journals, too. :)
|Tuesday, March 5th, 2002|
|well, this is no fun.
I feel the overpowering urge to write in here, but I cannot think of anything to say.
|Sunday, March 3rd, 2002|
|no surprises here
You're Nosferatu!! How gay! You silly goth! I didn't think
that anyone would get this fang faced reject, but you did! You're cheesy, and you stink of blood.
You're ugly, gay, worthless,
and goth! Goth Goth Goth! Goth Goth! Goth!
By the looks of the commentary, I'd say the author of this quiz went to Dracula's Daughter and couldn't get laid.
|my little impettes
Thank you for such a warm welcome to livejournal. It almost
brought a smile to my face. Usually, it takes the immolation of some hapless mortal to solicit such a reaction.
So what do we do next? Do I become as our dearest Lestat and compare myself to a god? Do I abuse you? You'd like that, I suspect. As would I, to be sure.
Hmm.. this is a most interesting tool. I fear that my own compulsive tendencies may once again best me and I shall post often.
If only we had these in the 18th century... I might not have killed Nicholas.
(oh, that will get him bitching again, won't it?)
Sleep well. And remember that I just might be under your bed after all.
Speaking of rest, I think I shall indulge in some myself. For stakes and garlic are no danger to us, but jetlag is another matter.
A. Current Mood: tired
|Friday, March 1st, 2002|
|oh, dear lord!
Whu... erpp... eeee...
I do NOT have caterpillars for eyebrows, thank you very much.
I can't believe they chose this picture. It's horrific. The fellow playing me in the movie looked ok, I think. But this photo was a poor choice. I fear he looks like one of those 70's people. He appears to be in need of some gold jewelry of dubious quality. "Hey, baby... can I buy you a cosmopolitian?
Well this my new journal.
I notice Lestat
had one first. Typical. He'd sell his own mother to a sausage factory if he thought it would garner him even MORE attention. This is no news to you, I'm sure.
Oh, and for those who care; my screen name here is a pun. TV = The Vampire, or Television... as I enjoy making small films with my cameras. You should remember this from Lestat's book, Queen of the Damned, however. Current Mood: accomplished