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[All] Song Meme
Ask someone to do one for me, so now it's in my journal. I'll do my best to complete any/all requests ( Read more... ) -
Then the Morning Comes
Love,
Krista, the undead but not dead dead.
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Meme Entry 1
Cold, wet, hungry, fucking north, fucking cousins, fucking family. Pause for a moment, lick the paw to get feeling back, shake off the snow, Cold, wet, hungry…
smack
She whips around, fangs bared, eyes, narrowed, a deep guttural noise resounding at the threat.
Nothing.
She pauses, her eyes never stopping their scan across the ( Read more... ) -
OOC: Filters
It's finally happened, I'm starting to write for multiple characters in my consolidated journal. So, please select your filters.
Krista (vampire)
Melissa (vampire)
Hel (mage)
Rosalind (mortals)
Nikki (werewolf) -
OOC: Not That I Really Have Enough LJ Friends to do This
But I'm a copy cat ( Read more... ) -
Running Down a Dream
Been playing for myself for the past two days, just practicing, walking the dog, and picking out the cloths I’m gonna wear out west. May as well look nice for the family. Step-family. Whoever they are. Just wish Nanshe was her normal self, wish she’d smirk at my outfits whle Dre argues that it’s just pieces of cloth, not a dress. But ( Read more... ) -
Day One: I'm Surrounded By Idiots
Yeah, so, found the retard. Hasn't even changed, not so much as a 'thank's for trying to make me what I should be.' Whatever. I'll track 'em down. Frickin' tweleve year old managed to change before him. No wonder I didn't bother finding any of the rest of the family. Not worth it.
Fucktard.
Like I said: whatever. Maine's not so bad once ( Read more... ) -
Stairway to Heaven
And nice as Erica is, the Invictus are a little bit stuck up for me. Seriously, when that guy from my home town walked in he must have had like a bazillion different names before I got to hear his own. Waaaay too much shit for me. I think I’d die the first time somebody called me Lady this or Miss that. Shit, I’m not even twenty five. ( Read more... ) -
Yesterday
(12/30/06)
She’d never really been a big fan of heights. She wasn’t really afraid of them, they’d just never been her thing. There was always that small chance that you’d fall and that’s be it. Ten seconds of horrible self reflection followed by a splat, and that’d be it. No reason to take that risk, just to be able to see a little further.
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A Little Less Conversation...
What could she say? When the cat is away the mouse will play. Tuesday night and the parents still weren't back. If this'd been her real house she an' Chris would be throwin' what he'd call 'A bitching party.' As it was, you know being dead and all, she really couldn't call up the gang so she'd just have to make do with what she had. Like that ( Read more... )