Off to the ballet. Jack the Ripper, done to Black Sabbath. Happy Hallowe'en.

My Confirmation name is from The Vampire Lestat.
I work at a place I cannot respect, but will tolerate because they pay me very well.
I own seven pairs of vintage cowboy boots.
There is a painting in my living room that takes up most of one wall, which depicts jagged teeth or Gibsonesque cities rising from a lake of blood.
There are enough comic books in my house to fill three large bookshelves.
I live with a rabbit called Rupert Pennyworth.
I am completely obsessed with Michael Wincott.
I could live on pasta for the rest of my life.
I own a hat from the set of Breakfast at Tiffany s, and a pair of shoes worn by Audrey Hepburn.
I make the most amazing vegetarian chili.
My suitcase is made from crocodile skin.
I love chamomile tea and fresh bread.
I have one vice: sparkling water.
I am obsessed with sixties pop culture, and Edie Sedgwick.
I am writing a novel about anthropomorphic fairy tales living in modern society under the tyrannical rule of a God-thing named the Storyteller.
I love hot peppers as a snack.
I am terrified of gaining weight.
I made my own prom dress, complete with angel wings and computer chips, and dyed my hair pink for the occasion. I was on the news for it.
I love animals more than I love people, but have inherited an alarming number of vintage fur coats, wraps, and hats.
I am selfless to a fault.
I am mad for musicals.
I kick ass at video games, thankyouverymuch.
My Make-a-Wish Foundation request would be to braid Willie Nelson"s hair.
I predict trends.
My Dark Elf is level 32.
I own enough rare, unique clothing, vintage or otherwise, that if sold could buy me a very nice house.
I have a benign tumor on my left eyeball.
I go all gooey and girly for Hello Kitty.
I wear cologne or essential oil instead of perfume. My current scent is Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab: Nanny Asteroth.
My wedding gift from my fiance is my left sleeve.
Elvis creeps me out.
I am sleepy.
I I I I I I I!

There are depressingly too many referents on the world both historical (the Nazis) and current... without naming names and risking libel actions, certain religious/political leaders in Northern Ireland whose speeches are all about the menace posed by feckless and untrustworthy followers of a different but related religion.
And what about the extreme Rabbis in Israel who regularly demand righteous smiting of the ungodly Arabs, followers of an inferior religion, who still persist in the deluded impression that the West Bank really belongs to them?
Or indeed the imams screaming for Jihad against the perfidious Jews and Western infidels? Or the extreme Hindus demanding India become a Hindu theocracy and all Muslims, Sikhs and Christians be expelled?
Or American christian evangelists screaming for a new crusade against Satanic forces in the world? Wherever you look, there's a demagogue of some sort...
I like coffee. And Queen.

Batman...

...Will not be attending your birthday party. He knows that the cake is a lie.

I had another MRI scan yesterday for my stomach, but in order to do so I had to drink nearly a gallon of the imaging fluid. This set off my CVS, so here I sit, sick again. Blah.
On the brightest of sides, however, I've made employee of the month in spite of missing nearly 13 days of work to illness. I received a 400 bonus!
So, I've just bought the Crow and Black Books the complete series! I am so excited!

I adore Dylan Moran.

last night i dreamed that i ran into a strange man.
he asked me to see him half a dozen times, once each time we met, through-out my dream. i said no i don't know how many times, until i said yes.
he offered to turn me into what he was -- a ghost.
we were together.
i thought i'd died, and then he exhaled over me as i lay there, and suddenly i was alive.
i remember the difference between how it felt to die; poisonous, and how it felt to become a ghost; a wonderful release.

Red Sonja.

Imogen Heap, release my brain! I cannot surface from this Huntsman-Heart-in-box daze without this...
I cannot justify any of this, nor do I wish to.
My almost-twin and I are basking in the sun, warm and cold and in-between like nothing and everything at all...

Goddamn the pusher man.
I am sleeved and tired and pale and blonde now and a level 32 wood elf (Bosmer). I have no life, anymore. There is only Oblivion.
This is how awesome this game is: I used a sigil stone (each) to make the Gown of Turin (water walking: constant effect.) and the Gown of the Dovecoat (+127 feather: constant effect).
rawr.

I'm getting sleeved on May 12th, at noon. A plunge, in a way. My mother is probably going to cry.
Oh, well.
Aut Caesar aut nihil.

I love travel. I HATE planes.

I love Texas for having metaphysical Volkswagen repair. I mean, come ON.
I love this giant beer. It's roughly the size of my head.

I love my man for putting up with my incessant photo-taking (please ignore the giant bruise on my hip area).

AND for this AMAZING veggie burrito he made for me!