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Or would it be Deathday? [Wednesday, November 15th, 2006
at 4:31pm]
[ mood | sad ]

Yesterday was my birthday, and no one said anything. How depressing.


~1 hole~|~bite me~

[Sunday, September 17th, 2006
at 11:52pm]
[ mood | annoyed ]

Who is this red-headed fille d'une puteresse who commands your attention? She laughs like a donkey. I hate her.

~bite me~

I Return! [Thursday, March 2nd, 2006
at 12:24am]
Hello again, everyone. I live! So to speak, at any rate.

I've fixed this place up to make it more aesthetically appealing. I was tired of the old look.

The weather has been very odd. Just when it seems overcast and rainy enough to risk a trip outside, the clouds dissipate. Dangerous.

Tobias has been so busy writing that he won't leave his house. Disgusting. What is he writing about? He never lets me see it. Why? Perhaps he wants me to beg for it? Oh, well. I'm not interested in what he has to write, anyway, if it takes so much effort to see it. I can see other aspects of him that are much more pleasing without even asking him for permission. His face, for instance.

Although with this betraying weather and his insistence on keeping himself holed up, even that is in short supply.

My hair is getting long. I rather want to get it cut, but I think I shall wait to see what Tobias thinks.

I also bought myself a new coat. The rain is too heavy for my old jacket to suffice, and my long hair takes longer to dry out, so a hood is necessary.

Well. That is all. The night grows short. Until next time.

~bite me~

A Fun Game [Tuesday, July 12th, 2005
at 11:01pm]
[ mood | amused ]

Last Feed: 1 day, 2 hours and 16 minutes ago
Last Fuck: Somewhat up to you

I found this delightfully entertaining place! Go ahead and follow the link, then look under the cut to see my thoughts on it.

Go ahead, you won't regret it!

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~2 holes~|~bite me~

Ridiculous Popculture [Sunday, May 29th, 2005
at 3:42pm]
[ mood | bored ]

People take personality quizzes for these. And, as I adore answering questions about myself, it seems only natural that I take a few myself.

Beast of Blood
Agressive, obsessive and undeniably insane, we
understand that you can't help doing what you
do. Whether it's insatiable bloodlust or simply
a desperate reaction to your preternatural
thirst, it may take a while to understand you
and your activities, but it all adds to your

J-Rock: What Malice Mizer Vampire Song are You?
brought to you by Quizilla

Annoying Uke Vampire
Annoying Uke Vampire

What type of vampire are you?
brought to you by Quizilla

I am insulted!


~1 hole~|~bite me~

Surprising Situations [Saturday, May 28th, 2005
at 9:35pm]
[ mood | surprised ]

I am shocked to learn that my Dearest Love (I know not by what she is referring to herself these days, and I as she never liked my nickname for her, I doubt she would appreciate seeing it written here) will be accompanying me tonight to my new haunt. I must say, I am honestly pleased, for once she stops being so determinedly correct, she is quite the partner for a night (do not fret, my love, I only meant for dancing!).

Hearing how she is making herself presentable, I best do the same. I only have a little over two hours. I must hurry!


~bite me~

Apologies [Saturday, May 28th, 2005
at 10:24am]
[ mood | sore ]

Last Feed: Unknown
Last Fuck: Unknown

Woke this morning at six, hiding in an above-ground tomb. Thank god I had the presence of mind to stow away somewhere dark. Clothes were slightly dirty, hair slightly out of place, but all things considered, not a bad duration. My watch is missing, though, and I am suspicious I was robbed during my travels. My shoes are gone as well, and this frustrates me. I liked those shoes. I do not think these were stolen, rather I supose that I took them off somewhere. How bothersome.

It appears that I hurriedly wrote something here in the midst of it, but I will not read it. I have scrawled through it. I have no interest in my delusional self.

I only hope I did not speak to Tobias.

I am not hungry, though the last I know I fed was several days ago. I suppose I have eaten within the last two days.

Still too sunny, although the heat is less. I think I shall try to do something fun this evening to take the last of my brooding mind off the duration. Going for a midnight walk, or out to a dance club There is a wonderful place I have recently discovered and am wanting to try.

If a certain other creature of the night is willing to accompany me, we might be able to have quite a bit of fun. Tonight, perhaps at 11:45? I look forward to hearing your answer, positive or not.


~1 hole~|~bite me~

Onslaught [Friday, May 27th, 2005
at 2:34am]
[ mood | alone ]

Now, it is too late.

I feel it pulling me on every side, but the forces are too even, and so I stay rooted to one place.

I went to Tobias' apartment to look in the window, but his bedroom curtain was drawn, and of course, I could not let myself in.

I am alone tonight.

The wind blows the stars across the sky, and they smear like melted chocolate drops. Watching them reminds me that there is no end to this. A storm you can never sail through. Never wait out.

There is no way to release. Your body is a temple of God, and desecrating a temple is a sin. It is a leisure, a desperation that I am no longer allowed.

Irony in immortality: My skin heals before I may scar it.

I wish I was not alone. I wish Tobias was not so busy, or angry, or disturbed, or asleep. If he were here, I would not try to do the things I normally force upon him. I know my place. I want only to have him hold me above the flood before I am swept away. Oh, God, that I could drown.

Help me, help me, before I fall again into decades of unconsciousness.

~1 hole~|~bite me~

Ticking and Wine Glasses [Thursday, May 26th, 2005
at 11:21pm]
[ mood | listless ]

Last Feed: 5 days, 2 hours and 3 minutes ago. I am getting hungry again.
Last Fuck: 5 days, 1 hour and 18 minutes ago

Tobias has not the time to see me. He says he is busy, but I believe he is angry at me. He does not sound angry, though. Perhaps...disturbed.

The days are growing hot. Summer is here, despite being put off a good deal longer than most years. it is even uncomfortable to be out in the early nighttime now, and my Winter habit of sneaking out during rainy days is forcibly ended. My free time to roam is severed nearly to a third its previous length. The only people still wandering out of the safety of their homes by the time I may hunt are vagabonds and whores, and I have no stomach for them. I would rather starve. Not like it will kill me.

In short, I am restless, hungry, weak and distraught. I fear that one of my moods is coming on, for I find occassionally that my disconnected thougths have taken up several hours.

I need to get out before it is too late.


~bite me~

Sweetness [Sunday, May 22nd, 2005
at 3:49pm]
[ mood | content ]

Last Feed: 18 hours, 41 minutes ago
Last Fuck: 18 hours, 58 minutes ago

Show was delightful. I have such a soft spot in my heart for dancing. It is so lovely, so sweet, so beautiful, and yet, at times, so erotic. It is a baring of the soul.

There was one girl who seemed particularly inspired. She was in several of the dances, and every one of her movements seemed so earnest, as though she were inventing them for the first time as we watched her. She made the other girls seem very practiced, mechanical, like the dancers in a music box. Once I saw her, they were not enough to please me, and I followed her every movement avidly throughout the show.

When it was over, and everyone was leaving, I slipped back to the dressing rooms to find her. I saw her enter her room, and went to follow her. An older woman, who must have been in charge, stepped rudely into my path and demanded of me what I was doing, but I told her I belonged here, and was going to see a friend. Naturally, she believed me wholly, and went to check up on other things. I was able to slip into the Dancing Girl's dressing room without further mishap.

She was surprised to see me, of course, and ordered me to leave. I could not enter any farther than her threshold without her permission (still so bothersome even after all this time), and so had to convince her to invite me in. It was not hard, I am sad to say. It appears she was only so genuine because she was too stupid to cover her emotions. I seduced her, because it was easy and would be more fun, and so had some entertainment of my own.

When I was spent, I realized anew how hungry I was through all the exertion, recalled my original purpose in following her, and sank my teeth into her bared throat. She, too, was exhausted from our activities, and had not the breath to scream, which is probably for the best considering the number of people in close vicinity.

I feel contented. No longer hungry, no longer desperately lustful. I realize now that licking Tobias' lip was a foolish move. He is shy, and surely thought it forward of me. I will apologize to him tonight, if I see him.


~1 hole~|~bite me~

Cocoa Over Marble [Saturday, May 21st, 2005
at 5:35pm]
[ mood | exhausted ]

Last Feed: 6 days, 18 hours and 14 minutes ago. I am painfully hungry.
Last Fuck: Far too long ago to be put in writing, plus four days. Must do something about this.

Quite exhausted from walking all the way home from the coffee shop in the sun. It was overcast and raining in the morning, and so when Tobias asked to make up for his hideous lack of attention to me by taking me out for cocoa (Tobias never drinks coffee, and so never 'goes out for' it), I agreed readily.

I did not point out to him that I cannot ingest anything the establishment is willing to sell, as it would probably make him try to come up with some other thing to do, and I enjoy being with Tobias when he does his everyday tasks.

Over the course of his cocoa and my sit, he talked of the "work" he has been doing. I do not remember what it was, precisely, as I was occupied with trying to slide my foot up his pant leg. Unfortunately, Tobias' pants are not very loose, and the shoes I chose to wear have very thick soles. He therefore noticed what I was up to, and this led to the rather abrupt question of, "Sange, are you...?"

I told him I absolutely was not, and that I was very offended to hear him say such a thing. I told him that this was exactly the sort of mindset and behavior that ruins people in modern society. I went on to say that assuming I am sexually attracted to him simply because I enjoy spending time with him and find comfort in platonic touch is ridiculous and an insult to my person.

Tobias looked so crushed after this that I felt rather bad at having carried the joke so far. He leaned across the table, looked directly at me and told me he was sorry, and that he was guilty of something he normally disliked in people. He looked so earnestly disappointed in himself that I knew I must do something to comfort him.

So I leaned across the table and licked his bottom lip, because it is rather delightfully full and pouty.

Soon after, Tobias had to excuse himself, as he had more work to do. Poor Tobias. Being an author must be much more difficult than I expected, as it seems he is always inundated with "work".

In better news, I intend to see a show tonight, and perhaps finally get a meal. Perhaps other satiation as well.


~1 hole~|~bite me~

Dull [Tuesday, May 17th, 2005
at 11:44pm]
[ mood | bored ]

Last Feed: 3 days, 1 hour and 47 minutes ago
Last Fuck: Far too long ago to be put in writing. Quite ridiculous.

Today ever so terribly dull. I have had no one to talk to. Tobias says he is very busy with something important, but I suspect he is merely reading. Silly boy. He reads far too much. Why would he rather read than visit, or walk, or do anything with company, for that matter?

He is a silly boy.

No matter, though, I shall find him out tomorrow and not leave him alone. That will certainly teach him to brush me off for a book or some nonsense.


~bite me~

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