In The Middle Of The Night, I Try To Follow You Trustfully

ihatesantino @ 2006-05-12T22:49:00

2006-05-13T04:19:25Z

Louis: cnidarians are squishy....you know what isnt squishy? *looks pointedly at armand* CRISPY FRIED LITTLE GIRLS

Me: ettingbitterer (4:19:18 PM): Like....Claudia?

Louis: i think at that point lestat would have to make an erection joke, because im pretty sure his is never squishy

Me: Yeah, but nor is it necessarily...crispy. Unless right after that whole going-into-the-sun thing.

Louis: gobi thingy

Me:right

Louis: tristan: blurb blurb

Me: -looks menacingly at fish-

Louis: fish: swim swim

Louis: *louis reads one fish two fish red fish blue fish to tristan*

Me: -just stares in disbelief that this is occurring-

Louis: armand! tristan and i are going to see a play. care to join us?

Me: -dials Lestat's cell- Lestat....Yeah...He's cracked again...Call the men in the white coats....I said the MEN, not that stupid slut Rowan....

Louis: its called... SEUSSICAL!!!

Me: -into phone- LESTAT, HURRY!!!! -Whimpers-

Louis: Lestat doesn't like Tristan.

Me: Why not?

Louis: Their egos clash.

Me: ...Oh. Well. That makes sense.

Louis: tristan: blurb

Louis: Armand, Tristan says he doesn't appreciate your tone.

Me: -jaw drops-

Me: -regains composure quickly- Well. As much as I'd like to join you at this...Seussical.....I've got a date.

Louis: Date? *feigns nonchalance, swirling his finger in fishbowl as tristan chases it*

Me: Mm. With a drummer.

Louis: *tristan sucks on louis' finger. louis tries in vain to get him off, all the while trying to be casual* um...thats...nice *shake shake shake*

Me: -watches the fish, and laughs- Lookit, he's starved for attention! I guess I distract you from all your...little ones.

Louis: *louis looks desperate* OH! why does this always happen? its just like that time lestat---*stops abruptly and returns to shaking off the fish, blushing tremendously*

Me: -raises eyebrows- The time Lestat......?

Louis: Um...er....uh....whatever do you mean, Armand? the time lestat what? *turns it around*

Louis: tristan: suckle suckle

Me: You started that, now I want to hear the end of it.

Louis: *sighs* lestat and tristan are so much alike. . .with their egos....and.....*stares at fish sucking on his finger with no intention of letting go* endurance.

Me: -eyes wide-. ...... Ew?

Me: You're right, though. he does have endurance.

Louis: can you PLEASE get this fish off me

Me: -glares at the fish and it spontaneously combusts, a little poof of smoke rising from the bowl-

Me: -Wide eyed- Oh, shit...Louis, I....I'm sorry.......

Louis: *fish guts on louis' pretty face and in....his....hair*

Me: Uhoh. -hides behind couch-

Louis: *looks angry, so angry as if he might explode (not unlike the fish) but instead loses it all at once and cries*

Louis: NOW I DONT HAVE ANY FRIENDSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

Me: Ohhhh, Louis...I.....of course you have friends....they're just friends that...like...killing your smaller friends.....-has got nothin better-

Louis: . . . . . . . . . .

Louis: You do have a habit of killing my smaller friends *glares*

Me: I'm sorry! I'll get you a new goldfish!

Louis: *wasnt talking about the goldfish*

Me: -knows this but is trying to avoid it-

Me: Old habits die hard....

Louis: *smoldering look*

Me: At least I didn't rip the head off the goldfish and put it on a carp....

Louis: !!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Me: -realizes that was probably THE worst possible thing I could've said-

Louis: *this is definitely not the kind of anger that leads to angry sex*

Me: What can I do to make you feel better, mio caro? Tell me. Anything. I'll get you another small friend, and never ever harm it. Ever.

Louis: YOU CAN'T JUST FIX THESE THINGS ARMAND. IT TAKES. . .time. and lots of. *deflates* lamentation

Me: Wait. Just...wait here! -runs out for a moment-

Me: -Returns a few minutes later, out of breath, holding a teeny tiny fluffy kitten, orange all over- Here. Will this help? In the meantime, during all the lamentation?

kitten: -mews-

Louis: *louis' eyes get big and watery and cute* AWWWW ICKLY BITTY KITTY WITTY *babytalks to kitty*

Me: -Grins, and puts the little kitten in Louis' cupped hands-

*even the cat looks scared*

Me: Louis, try to speak proper English or French. That's the only way he'll ever speak back to you. You want him to be a friend, don't you?

Me: His name's....Pierrot!

pierrot: *licks fish guts off louis' cheek*

Me: Louis, don't let him eat that, he...he's too young for that. He's so little you must feed him from a bottle.

Louis: Milk! oh yes of course! *pours milk into a very familiar cereal bowl.....*

Me: Good job, Louis. -pats him on the back- Now. What should I wear to this date?

Louis: Want to look through my closet? *opens closet and a herd of dust-bunnies, actual bunnies, come hip-hopping out. Louis seems oblivious*

Me: -Looks puzzled, picks up a bunny and shakes him. Dust flies in every direction. Shakes head and sets down bunny.- Um......perhaps you can come shopping with me instead?

Louis: okay! i want to buy a sparkly collar for pierrot!...and a catnip toy....and a little sweater. . .and little yellow bows....and....

Me: -Nods patiently- Alright, then. Bring him with.

Louis: *admires the kitty's orange fur* You know, my hair was a similiar color to this....once. . .

Me: Never again, Louis. Come, chere. Let's go.

Me: -Hopefully- So, does...Pierrot make up for Tristan?

Louis: Of course *pierrot sits perched on Louis' head*

Me: Aww, that is...ridiculously adorable, Louis....

Pierrot: miau

Louis: what a fantastic idea, pierrot! we're not going to see seussical! we're going to see...CATS!

Me: Ohfuckno. -facepalm-

Me: I thought we were going shopping, Loulou?

Louis: where to?

Me: I don't know. Where do you think there will be clothes that look good on me?

Louis: Pierrot says BobMackey

Me: Pierrot...is not a personal shopper. Who or what is Bob Mackey?

Louis: he's cher's favorite designer

Me: ......

Louis: *pierrot meows "if i could turn back time"*

Me: Louis. If you think I'm going to be tarted up like Cher, it's not happe - OHMYGOD, MAKE THAT THING STOP SINGING!

Me: -points to cat- You. Fuzzball. If you don't do the Appassionata or the Goldberg Variations, I can promise you will be in our company for a much shorter time than supposed. That is the first warning.

pierrot: HISSS

Me: I'm not impressed, cowardly lion.

Louis: *window shopping*pierrot likes this one, armand. i think its quite fetching

Me: -sees Cher outfit-

Me: I'm never gonna get any action from Steve wearing that!!!

Louis: I think if you can forgive Steve for his facial hair, he can overlook that

Me: He's a very becoming man, Louis. Don't be rude.

Louis: He's gayer than six gays on a gay boat.

Me: A gay boat? What the hell is a gay boat? You're the queen that wanted to be Marilyn.

pierrot: HISSSSS

Me: I am gonna turn that thing into a pair of mittens and sell it to Cher! -looks at the size of it- Okay, maybe not mittens. Maybe a fuzzy earring.

Louis: You promised you wouldnt kill anymore of my companions

Me: It doesn't like me! It hissed at me!

Louis: Maybe it thinks you're another kitten. Your hair's about the same shade...

Me ....Do you see me drinking milk? Do you see me leaping from tree to tree, all nimbly-pimbly? I am not a kitten.

Louis: Maybe it's just hissing because you smell and it doesn't like you. -smirks- I saw you trying to get milk from Marius once

Louis: silly Armand, boys dont lactate

Me: -GASPS- THAT NEVER HAPPENED!!!

Louis: and you have lots of white milkstains in your bed...you CERTAINLY are messy with your cereal...mine just talked to me. but you just went all crazy with it.

Me: ...That's it, Louis. I was going to bring Steve back for a threesome but you're out of luck now.

Me: I did not go all .... LOUIS, I DON'T EVEN OWN CEREAL!!!

pierrot: meow! (mockingly)

Me: -glares at the kitten, holding up two fingers- Warning number TWO, Mittens. Ya got it?

Louis: And why would i want to have a threesome with you and steve? what do i want with steve? *mutters* exceptmaybehisnickcavecollection

Me: Because. He's pretty. And you haven't had much action lately, as far as I can tell. That and we can go into his mind and find all the dirty little secrets about his band.

pierrot: *scratches armand's cheek*

Me: WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT FOR???

Louis: DON'T YELL AT HIM LIKE THAT

Me: He...scratched me!

Louis: you might want your tetanus.... I BET STEVE WOULD BE GLAD TO GIVE IT TO YOU

Me: Aw, man...that was just...tasteless....Heh...'anus'...

Louis: unfortunately your.....isnt tasteless

Me: ......

Louis: TASTES LIKE MELTED TIRES

Me: And yours tastes like....Bette Midler. Lestat told me so.

Louis: yeah because you wouldnt know. YOURE A TOOL. you took me all over europe! and you didnt even get any! HA

pierrot: MEOW!

Me: -Realizes this is true, and sighs-

Louis: Everything Pierrot says is true.

Me: Pierrot is a cat. Je ne parle langue du chat.

Louis: Cant I? *louis turns to pierrot and meows fluently*

Me: -taps foot, waiting for this pathetic display to be finished- You annoy me. I'm off to meet Steve. -is also secretly hurt that I, indeed, never got to tap that ass while in Europe-

pierrot: *coughs a hairball right on armand's face, superb shot really*

Me: -resists all urges to strangle kitten- I'm not going to destroy him, for your sake. You need a friend. I'm outta here.

Louis: *louis drives away in his car*

Me: -watches him go, whimpers- I didn't think he'd actually...go....

Marius: -appears magically in seat next to Louis- That wasn't very kind, youngin'.

Louis: yeah but look at my new car!
(http://ilikebuttons.livejournal.com/2582.html) I had to make some dramatic exit in it, it just wouldnt be right otherwise. Ill go back when he starts crying

Marius: Louis.....do you want everyone to know about your pesky habit of feeding off crystal meth addicts? You don't really want an intervention led by Lestat, do you? Now. Go back there and be nice to my fledgling. Or I'll skin that cat myself! -poof! and is gone-

Louis: *goes around the block and reappears in front of armand* Come on, let's go. You sensitive little thing. You're as bad as me sometimes, really. I can't have you going and stealing my defining characteristics!

*pierrot sits shotgun, with kitty-helmet*

Me: -pouts- I don't like the kitty. Why does he get a hat and I don't?

Louis: *sighs* Pierrot....backseat. Armand is going to sit by me (MEOWWWW!) No, I'm not joking---what do you mean backseat wrecks your coat? You're the ugliest fucking thing I've ever seen, NOW GET IN THE BACKSEAT BEFORE I--- *pierrot explodes*

Louis: ....... .......... I didn't know I could do that

Me: -blinks twice.- Wow. Are you...okay?

Louis: -lip trembles- (guilt as is usual) WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!

Me: Oh, oh Louis....darling.....it was for the better...I mean, you put him out of his misery. I was probably gonna do it at some point anyway.

Louis: I'm sorry, Armand. I'm sorry I was mean to you. And that stupid cat.

Me: It's okay, mon chere. At least you don't have guts on you this time!

Louis: I wanted you to be jealous.

Me: Really? -wide eyes-

Louis: because you've got a date and I don't even have anyone to see CATS! with me. . ..unless I take the cereal box.... Alas... *sighs, sitting low in his hello-kitty car*

Me: How about we buy and extra ticket and Steve and I will come with you? -pets Louis' beautiful hair-

Louis: You have a date. I wont wreck it.

Me: No, I want you there. Steve'll totally be up for it. He's used to threesomes. Trust me.

Ti amo....Ti amo, ti amo, ti amo....

2005-07-17T04:29:49Z

Marius is back.

-Pouts.-

2005-07-17T03:58:01Z

Louis doesn't want to be a nude model with me.

Questions and answers...

2005-07-14T19:50:13Z

I do not have long to write as I have things to do but, yes, David, you are welcome here whenever you please despite our last conversation. I have forgotten it. Your mortal's fairly distraught with you but that is between you and her, of course.

Lestat, ou vas-tu, mon ami? Tu me manque. Vraiment.

AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.

2005-06-30T23:10:06Z

http://www.funnyjunk.com/movies/51/Kitty+Cat+Dance/stream/large

Umm...

2005-06-30T21:30:13Z

MariusILoveYou: Are you alright, mio bello? You've gone awfully quiet...-Smiles, playing with your hair at the nape of your neck.-
dustybutpretty: *blinks* I had a conversation with breakfast cereal while you were gone. there was only one cocoa puff left and it was terribly lonely. We talked about loneliness and the like. He was a much better conversationalist than Lestat. If a little soggy. Now I'm worried about my sanity.
MariusILoveYou: -Blinks slowly.- Yes, Louis. Now I am, too.
dustybutpretty: *pouts* Lestat never talks to me. Why? Is there something wrong with me? Yes. I have a defect. I always have. My internal gears are all wrong. I am flawed. *lays down and stares at ceiling*
dustybutpretty: And cocoa puffs talk to me. That can't be good, either.
MariusILoveYou: Louis, angel, darling...-Looks severely troubled.- Lestat is....well...Lestat.
MariusILoveYou: There is nothing wrong with you.
dustybutpretty: And it's not just Lestat. No one talks to me. Save for you, and I can't see why. I'm no good to you, the other night made that evident. I'm all wrong.
MariusILoveYou: Louis......-Sighs softly and curls into your arms, my head resting on your chest.- Where did all this come from? Something wrong must have spurred this...Tell me.
dustybutpretty: Oh, it's just been going on for a very long time. I think the cereal incident was just particularly troubling. Why did you have cereal in your cupboard anyway? Especially TALKING cereal, mind you. It's unnerving. I thought maybe Merrick was playing a trick on me, but she doesn't know I'm here in Venice with you. Your house is very big. Very empty, too. Like that last cocoa puff in a big bowl.
dustybutpretty: In all honesty, I think Lestat likes you more than me. Not that it isn't understandable, I'm a melancholy vampire who converses with cereal and is very dusty. Lestat hates dust.
MariusILoveYou: Louis.....did you feed on a crack addict last night?

...Oh, my poor Louis...

I hope I have not offended you by posting this, but Mon Dieu. Lestat, please. Take this boy aside and assure him that he is not boring and dusty.

Admittedly, the cereal thing worries me more than I like to say. Seeing as there was no cereal in my cupboard. At least, I did not put it there.

-Sighs.-

WTF?

An apology, and other such pleasantries.

2005-06-28T10:02:29Z

My apologies to Louis - I didn't mean what I said when I wrote 'Vaffanculo' - it's an awfully crude thing to say and you were only trying to help. Ti amo, Louis. You know that.

And Lestat.....not a one being on this earth cheers me quite the way you do. And I rather like that fact.

In other news....Marius is in New York. With Daniel. And with....insert eyeroll here...Pandora. Right, not thinking of it any longer. Why does he bother with women, anyway? They are not half as entertaining of a companion as males are. I know from experience. And she. Of all vampires. All they ever did was fight! She bitches about Christians and how she loves Isis, blah blah blah, that was years ago, get over it.

....Some part of this evening frightened me. No, not frightened me, per se, but...well, I am intrigued, by my own willingness to say something that I said. A new aspect of a relationship was explored, and I believe I've given someone the impression that I am Theirs. Do I like this? I think I do. I think sometimes it would work quite well for me if I 'belonged' to someone again, the way I used to belong to...Marius. Of course, this is someone I would never call Master, as that is blasphemous, and rigoddamndiculous as I'm older than he is, but....The beauty of this might find us when we lie together upon lavish beds, and speak together of all things that strike our fancy. I don't know. Ti amo. Ti voglio. Sono pazzo per te.

No Subject.

2005-06-28T03:51:28Z

Thanks a whole fucking lot.

It's not your fault.

But first you put that idea, that horrible idea, into my head and then you....deny me?

Vaffanculo.

So.

2005-06-28T00:44:00Z

Lestat wants 'public' love. He wants me to state in the open the things I like about him, since I did so for David. There is too much to say, really. He has charm and charisma enough to talk anything out of anyone, without having to bind them with powers of the mind. He has his moments of true tenderness, of true heartfelt emotion, that are, admittedly, usually awarded him out of his own stupidity but we can forgive him that. (He is, of course, a natural blond.) I don't know, Lestat! I can't just pull this stuff out of my ass, you know? My sense of poetic words has failed me for now.

I'm bored. David, Lestat, Louis...Marius...where are you all when I'm bored and horny? Well, okay, maybe not ALL of you - my body does not have enough cavities to accomodate for that many lovers at once - but, you know, one or two would do.

Marius. Would that I could stop writing his name here because it's not like he's reading it. He's too busy babysitting Daniel. Fucking childish ill-prepared immature Daniel.

Now I've just upset myself.

Dude.

2005-06-23T06:26:22Z

I am -such- a pimp.

Oh, and it only gets worse....

2005-06-20T09:15:16Z

What a ridiculously mad evening. I cannot even begin to explain.

Louis...has these phases. Right now is a particularly bad spell for him. He somehow has gotten it into his head that he is both fat and wants to be a blond. It took quite a long time convincing him that both of these ideas were ones that were to be crushed immediately by...some big crushy thing.

So, for your reading (dis)pleasure - I promise you, this will be worse than Merrick's history to mentally digest - some captures from our (mis)adventures....

MariusILoveYou: Louis, your errant maker was trying to seduce me again.
dustybutpretty: i wish i was blonde
dustybutpretty: platinum blonde
dustybutpretty: i think ill dye my hair, what do you think, lestat?
dustybutpretty: i should be a model
MariusILoveYou: Well, Louis, you are rather....striking, yes. God knows I've only been trying to seduce you for twofuckinghundred years....
WolfkillingFop: Aw....Louis. You should be a model! Don't dye your pretty hair...I like the way you are....::whispers:: And for the record...I wasn't trying to seduce Armand.
MariusILoveYou: -Taps foot.- Whispering doesn't matter when you've got preternatural hearing, dipshit.
WolfkillingFop: SHHH! ::He shoots a glare at Armand:: Quiet child!
MariusILoveYou: -Looks puzzled.- Did you just...'Shhhh' me?
dustybutpretty: *sneezes*
WolfkillingFop: Yes. I did.......>.> Bless you, Louis....ACK! >.< Be back, my dears........Mojo's barking at the neighbors again.
dustybutpretty: that dog hates me
dustybutpretty: he slobbered in my pretty hair
dustybutpretty: and he has breath like corn chips
MariusILoveYou: How do you know what...I'm not even going to ask.
dustybutpretty: i have a very sensitive nose *sneezes again*
dustybutpretty: my little shack is full of pollen
MariusILoveYou: It still upsets my taste for fine Venetian aestheticism, Louis, that you live in a shack.
MariusILoveYou: It's so....1700's.

~

dustybutpretty: there are flying squirrels in my shack.
dustybutpretty: it's quite terrifying.
MariusILoveYou: Je n'y crois pas...
MariusILoveYou: Lestat, whatever shall we do with him? Honestly.
WolfkillingFop: ::Sits down in the chair and mutters putting his face in his hands::
WolfkillingFop: I
WolfkillingFop: Have
WolfkillingFop: No
WolfkillingFop: Clue
MariusILoveYou: -Sighs and walks behind your chair with a smile, leaning down to nuzzle at your hair.-
WolfkillingFop: ::Eyes widen slightly with curiousity and he looks over his shoulder:: Ahhhhh........so I don't have to seduce you after all, my little cherub, hm?
MariusILoveYou: -Wraps arms loosely about your shoulder and says very quietly,- ....I miss Marius.
WolfkillingFop: ..... -.-
MariusILoveYou: Sorry, I....can't help it. Your hair reminds me of him...
WolfkillingFop: ::hangs head and mutters......pats him on his hands gently:: I miss my sanity....

~

dustybutpretty has entered the room.
dustybutpretty: *walks in with a paper bag on head*
MariusILoveYou: .....-Blinks mildly.-
dustybutpretty: .......
dustybutpretty: the box said
dustybutpretty: "marilyn monroe blonde"
dustybutpretty: but....
WolfkillingFop: o.o
dustybutpretty: *muffled sounds of crying from inside bag*
MariusILoveYou: Louis. Sais-tu combien de temps ta mère prend pour chier? Neuf mois!
WolfkillingFop: Louis........didn't I say NOT to do anything with your hair?
WolfkillingFop: What happened?
MariusILoveYou: I do not want to be around to see this...
WolfkillingFop: YES YOU DO!
dustybutpretty: *takes off bag*
dustybutpretty: now be honest
dustybutpretty: it's not...orange...is it?
dustybutpretty: *shifty eyes*
WolfkillingFop: Stay! Stay! ::gets on his knees pulling at Armand's shirt pleading.....then....slowly....looks....at Louis:: o.o
WolfkillingFop: ::Slaps forehead::
MariusILoveYou: C'est dégoûtant!....It looks as if those markers, what are they called...Highlighters! Yes!
MariusILoveYou: It looks as if a Highlighter vomited all over you.
dustybutpretty: *lip trembles*

~

dustybutpretty: because my hair is neon orange!
dustybutpretty: and because
dustybutpretty: ...because....
MariusILoveYou: Louis, you are perfectly lovely with black hair, darling, you know this. It will grow back tomorrow, sh, it's alright...-Caresses his cheek softly.-
dustybutpretty: *develops an image perception problem* I'M FAAAAAAT
MariusILoveYou: OhMonfuckingDieu.
WolfkillingFop: .....Because you can't wear a dress?
WolfkillingFop: Oh crap...
dustybutpretty: the dress doesnt look good?
WolfkillingFop: Louis....SHHHHH! No no! I didn't mean that. ::Embraces him::
dustybutpretty: *looks down at marilyn dress from "seven year itch"*
MariusILoveYou: I...give up! -Plops down in the single chair in this stupid little hut, and sighs dramatically.-
dustybutpretty: *standing over vent*
dustybutpretty: *sobs hysterically*
dustybutpretty has left the room.
WolfkillingFop: ::Backs away....slowly::
MariusILoveYou: I can't even....LestatINeedAHug.
dustybutpretty has entered the room.
WolfkillingFop: ::Goes to hug Armand...::
dustybutpretty: no one will hug me because i look toxic
MariusILoveYou: -Hugs Lestat, clinging to him possessively.- Oh, christ, It's back.
dustybutpretty: i'm chemical
dustybutpretty: i'm hazardous waste.
MariusILoveYou: I mean...Oh! Good! It's Louis! We missed him, didn't we, Stat?
WolfkillingFop: Of course!
WolfkillingFop: Ofcourseofcourseofcourse!
dustybutpretty: armand is a bonafide manwhore.
MariusILoveYou: I will hug you, Louis...with the right safety precautions for my eyeballs...to protect myself from the high-intensity photons...
MariusILoveYou: ....-Pauses.- Well, yes, but what has that to do with anything?
dustybutpretty: *pouts some more in a corner*
WolfkillingFop: ::Looks at Armand:: Oh Christ...not you, too.
WolfkillingFop: ::Walks to Louis::
dustybutpretty: *sends out "you should pity me" vibes*
MariusILoveYou: -Sits down in the chair again, bored, wishing Daniel was here to abuse.-
WolfkillingFop: ::Hugs him:: Shhhhhh. You are not fat. And you are not........::looks at Armand and whispers:: What else did he say he was?
WolfkillingFop: o.o
MariusILoveYou: Toxic?
WolfkillingFop: That's it!
WolfkillingFop: Toxic. You are not toxic.
WolfkillingFop: See? I'm hugging you right now. ::Does so::
dustybutpretty: i look like those people we saw on bourbon street that time, lestat. during the gay pride parade. only he was a fat man dressed as bette midler.
dustybutpretty: you're hugging bette midler.
dustybutpretty: oh god. i'm bette midler
WolfkillingFop: You're not Bette Midler, Louis.
MariusILoveYou: No, Bette Midler would have the figure for that dress. -Gets glared at.-
dustybutpretty: *wails*
MariusILoveYou: Hey, just saying. -Shrugs.-
dustybutpretty: well you, armand, have fat legs

~

WolfkillingFop: THAT'S IT! YOU'RE BOTH GOING IN TIME OUT!
MariusILoveYou: Time Out?! I'm OLDER than you, for fuck's sake!
WolfkillingFop: You're not TALLER than me.
WolfkillingFop: -.-
MariusILoveYou: -Stands up on chair.- I am now.

~

MariusILoveYou: Louis, mio bello...You look like a freak combination of Tony Little and Hedwig and the Angry Inch. -Stands reluctantly.-
dustybutpretty: *mutters under breathe* armand has a PENIS like hedwig.....*does jumping jacks*
MariusILoveYou: -Walks over to Louis and stops him, taking his hands.- Louis. Look at me.
WolfkillingFop: ::Continues sitting in his chair, talking to himself::......Maybe I should move into the deep forests of Africa....
MariusILoveYou: Hey, last time I heard, Claudia had no complaints about my penis.
MariusILoveYou: -Runs out of shed VERY fast.-

~

WolfkillingFop: ::Flies into the tree and grabs Armand shaking him like Homor would be shaking Bart:: WHY YOU LITTLE!!!
dustybutpretty: *giggles....do men giggle? ....louis does....*
dustybutpretty: *giggles maniacally, in fact*
dustybutpretty: *while jogging in place*
dustybutpretty: laughing burns calories...
dustybutpretty: *stops giggling and starts laughing heartily....but comes out more like cackling*
MariusILoveYou: -Falls swiftly out of tree, making an indentation in the ground upon impact. Pulls self up like dude in Roger Rabbit.- LOOK, MA! I'M ROADKILL!
MariusILoveYou: -Stands up, brushes self off.- All roadkill leads to Rome.
dustybutpretty: you've a face like roadkill.
dustybutpretty: like a flattened possum.
MariusILoveYou: How would you know? Even your eyelids are fat.

~

WolfkillingFop: Now both of you. Stop fighting and make up. You like each other for some reason...maybe it's because you're both sexy beasts....or something....whatever...Just make up! ::whines::
dustybutpretty: he said i had fat eyelids!
WolfkillingFop: Well....you don't.
dustybutpretty: i just have long eyelasehes! theyre...*frowns* THEYRE HEAVY
WolfkillingFop: I mean c'mon. "Fat eyelids"? Who comes up with that?!
WolfkillingFop: Yes. You DO have long eyelashes. And they're very pretty in fact.
MariusILoveYou: -Takes out cameraphones, looks at little pictures of Marius there. Marius shirtless. Marius naked. Marius dressed in kinky french maid outfit. Siiiiigh.-
dustybutpretty: redheaded boys with roadkill faces and smegma-breath
WolfkillingFop: ::Hangs head:: Ehhh....-.-
dustybutpretty: aka marius' butt-boy over there
MariusILoveYou: -Lets cell phone drop to ground, not really caring, and rests forehead against tree.- -Moves back.- Ew. Sticky ants.
dustybutpretty: you've got sap on your nose. and a very unfortunate nose it is. it spreads across your face when it smiles in the most unbecoming way.

~

dustybutpretty: hey armand are you building a treehouse????? *gets excited suddenly*
WolfkillingFop: Africa sounds so nice....::mutters::
MariusILoveYou: .......-Narrow eyes.- No. I am not building a treehouse.
dustybutpretty: can i help? can i help!?!? CAN I CAN I CANICANICANI pleaseeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee PLEASE PRETTY PLEASE
MariusILoveYou: -Does not know whether to sob or decapitate the nearest little, squishy mammal.-
dustybutpretty: I'M SORRY YOU DONT HAVE A FACE LIKE ROADKILL OR SMEGMA BREATH WELL MAYBE A LITTLE BUT PLEASE LETS BE FRIENDS I WANT TO BE IN YOUR CLUB
MariusILoveYou: Louis...I will come down from this tree if you promise never to speak of this entire evening or smegma ever again. Comprendre?
dustybutpretty: lestat....no one ever lets me in their clubs....
dustybutpretty: why would you come down from the tree?thas where the treehouse is?
MariusILoveYou: Louis de Pointe du fucking Lac. Why. Would. You Want. To Build. A Treehouse.
WolfkillingFop: ::Appears suddenly next to Louis excited:: Louis! Louis! Look over yonder! A shiny thing!
dustybutpretty: because. well. i....*shuffles feet and looks to where his shack is on fire*
dustybutpretty: i couldnt contain myself.
WolfkillingFop: Go get it! Hurry! Before it runs away!!
dustybutpretty: shiny???? shiny?
WolfkillingFop: Yes! Yes!
WolfkillingFop: Go!
dustybutpretty: maybe its a low-carb energy bar wrapper1
dustybutpretty: and theres still some crumbs left!
WolfkillingFop: Hurry! Go go!
WolfkillingFop: ::Bounces::
dustybutpretty: *runs!!!!!!*
MariusILoveYou: -Descends gracefully from tree, landing next to Lestat.- Well-played.
WolfkillingFop: ::Bows:: Thank you. ::Drapes arm over his shoulder:: Now...why so glum?
dustybutpretty: *runs back* wheeeeeeeeeeeee! MY HOUSE IS BURNING BUT ITS OKAY ITS ALL GOING TO BE OKAY BECAUSE I SAVED MY TREADMILL *runs away again*
MariusILoveYou: -Rolls eyes.- Nevermind it.
WolfkillingFop: ::Nods:: Ahhhhhhh! It's because of Marius yes? ::Green with envy::
MariusILoveYou: -Looks at the ground.-
WolfkillingFop: ;_;
dustybutpretty: *watches from behind a bush* great...consolation......will probably end with fellatio....manwhores!

~

MariusILoveYou: Like what, a glass of water? You're such a human, Lestat. -Chucks a pillow at him with a good-natured grin.-
WolfkillingFop: ::Catches it easily:: Just....trying to be "polite". ::Smirks and throws the pillow back at him giving him a wink::
dustybutpretty: *looks through magazine and stares at a picture of a really tall, lanky (swedish, perhaps?) musician of sorts* so. can we still build a treehouse?
MariusILoveYou: -Jumps over couch to steal magazine, runs fingertip over every inch of page that shows Stefan's skin.- Preeeetttyyy....
WolfkillingFop: ::Walks over to Louis:: No treehouse, love....hmm....what is that? Placebo? OH YES! I've heard of them....
MariusILoveYou: The bassist is quite....well-muscled.
dustybutpretty: WHAT IF I HAD HAIR LIKE THAT???
WolfkillingFop: So am I...::mutters::
MariusILoveYou: Very...lithe...and.....Ahem. -Rolls up magazine and sticks it in my shirt.-
dustybutpretty: *points to Molko mullet*
WolfkillingFop: No Louis!
MariusILoveYou: No, Louis. -Slaps his hand away.- No mullet.
WolfkillingFop: Your hair...the way it is...the night I made you....is perfect. :-D
MariusILoveYou: Bad, Louis. -Bops him over the head with rolled-up magazine, lightly.-
dustybutpretty: oh....*changes subject* THAT ONE IS DEFINITELY GAY
MariusILoveYou: Aww, how romantic. -Grins.-
dustybutpretty: *points to steve*
MariusILoveYou: -Glances at picture, at the man's shirt, and nods emphatically.-

....That was my night, readers.

Marius, save me.

An evening from hell....

2005-06-20T07:58:33Z

MariusILoveYou: Et alors. What/who are you doing tonight?

WolfkillingFop: What/who aren't I doing tonight, my little cherub?

MariusILoveYou: Watch your mouth.

WolfkillingFop: What? Don't like it when I start talking that way? ::Inches closer to him and grins::

MariusILoveYou: -Glares up at you petulantly.- Just because you're taller doesn't mean you can push me around. Remember that whole Satanic Coven Leader thing? Yeah. ME, buddy. Don't you forget it.

WolfkillingFop: ::Snickers:: Remember who made that whole thing ::waves hand dismissively:: go away? ::Points to himself proudly:: And besides...I'm not trying to..."push" you around....simply trying to get close to you...::stretches and pretends to yawn draping an arm over his shoulder::

WolfkillingFop: >.>

WolfkillingFop: <.<

MariusILoveYou: -Smirks.- -Considers.- Well, you do kind of look like Marius....-Scoots a little bit closer to you.-

WolfkillingFop: -.-

WolfkillingFop: Marius, Marius, Marius! ::says like Jan in the Brady Bunch:: Always about Marius.

AIM.

2005-06-20T06:56:42Z

I now have an AIM name, as well: MariusILoveYou.

....Don't laugh at me. Vaffanculo!

Has it finally come to....this?

2005-06-20T06:48:43Z

That I am bored enough to make an internet journal? I'll likely never post, or maybe I will post every night, until you all are so sick of me that you could scream. Oh, but who could get sick of me? I'm a perfect little angel. Or so they say, at least.

So I have made also a little community in which to keep my friends. And they do need to be kept, you know. Absolute animals, every one of them. (In the sack!) Especially that Louis. Purrrrrrrrr.

-A.