feeling like i want to hump ryoga (still) and kick sorin in the head
listening to the silence of everyone sleeping
currently addicted to ryoga | kicking sorin's perverted ass
All right. It's almost 2004 (it's already the first in other parts of the world but who cares) and I don't really give a crap. Everyone in my house is asleep except me, probably because I took a short nap out of pure exhaustion (kofflazinesskoff) just a little while back. So I'm just sitting here in the dark, typing this out of boredom....
And I will kill Sorin Ciel for eating all of my precious chocolate. Even if he, erm, is a... y'know... vampire and everything. Die, Sorin, die! Choke on blood! Or better yet, choke on chocolate, you French-Transylvanian-Count-Dracula-wanna-be!
And is it just me, or are holidays becoming somewhat muted?
It seems like "Oh wow. It's New Year's. Yay. Whoopie. [pause] *cough* Yay." But oh well. Holidays were destined to suck because of their horrible cheesiness factor, I guess.
[hugs ryoga] charlotte!
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