Candle light and soul forever,
A dream of you and me together,
Say you believe it, say you believe it,
Free your mind of doublt and danger,
Be for real don't be a stranger.

And he's absolutely amusing. It is perhaps the most fun I've had in a while talking to him. I even got him attatched to a window! T'was amusing!

to get out more....I am so borrrrreeeeddddddddd...

I wonder where my husband has been. It's been quite some time since I've seen him...I really just want to know if he's okay...

I changed my hair...again...
And my style kinda...again...
I suppose I'm gonna stop writing...again...
Courfeyrac is a floozie...yes...no...not really...
He's cool like that...
and he tastes like pudding...
I should go now...

She's been keeping me locked up again. Says I've been acting out too much, I think it's just because she wants to council the vampire...damn sexy beast that he is...I bet that's not all she's doing to him

So, I've been stuck at school. And in her mind. *glares*
Typist: It's not my fault...traumatic experience...
Yes, true...
Oh, we had to watch the most horribly terrifying version of Hamlet today...speaking of which the typist must create a set design for Mr. William Shakespeare's famed work, but back to the terrifying film-
Typist: It wasn't that ( Read more... )

And it's called school...and the typist has to go, and instead of letting me and the sexy vampire stay home and make sweet passionate love in her walk-in closet rest or hang out se makes us come with her so as not to get too bored when she's walking the hallways...she's gonna work on a fic called "The Year Lestat Was Santa". But she thinks it'll be ( Read more... )

Me and Feyrac fought...kinda...
I think I won...and he asked me to join a club or something...

I haven't been around the chat much, the typist seems obsessed with the love of some other person she's taken in out of the goodness of her heart...anyhow...
I don't think Courfeyrac likes me anymore...although I could just be whining...