WORRY NOT. THESE OLD POSTS WILL SOON BE REPLACED.

I plan on posting bits and pieces from the novel I'm writing with my friend here -- just my parts. Hers with permission.

Also, fictions will end up here at some point. It won't be empty forever, I swear!

Hate it!
This is consumerism at it's finest!
Not only that, but it's a reminder for singles that they're lacking a significant other, and it usually ends up in a depressive bout of snarfing ice cream on the couch and watching sappy movies on TV.

Excuse me if I don't buy in on all that. HA! I made a pun.

I could ramble on about this for hours. I just, typically choose not to. And now is not the time for it.

Could you, maybe, for once, just sign something because it's for the greater good?

This is for the health of a singer/songwriter named Gabe Saporta of the bands Midtown and Cobra Starship. He has a cyst on his vocal chords. This could severely damage them permanently if the stubborn ass doesn't STOP TOURING and get surgery. I would rather he think of himself and get medical help, than think of the fans and ruin his voice. Unfortunately, he's too stubborn to listen to the reason of his bandmates. Maybe he'll listen to his fans. Below is a petition I need you all to sign. Don't do it for me, but do it for a great vocalist, and, probably the most stubborn man we may ever meet.

http://www.petitiononline.com/fangsup/petition.html

Thank you guys for taking the TWENTY SECONDS it takes to do this. It's much appreciated, not only by me.

Another "installment", even though it's a separate fic than "If You're A Man at All."
It's shorter. Shittier. And likely coming in parts.

Title: Headfirst Slide. [part one]
Author: Duh, dumbass.
Disclaimer: The only things I own are the ideas that Gabe and co are vampires; and I own Araceli Monroe.
Author's Note: Don't like how I write, you can kiss my sass.
Rating: PG-13, for the moment.

( I didn't, I didn't, I didn't, I didn't, I didn't, I didn't, I don't. )

These kinda suck, but they're of me... mostly.
Just follow the cut....

Be aware, your eyes might burn out of their sockets at my ugliness.

( Tempest in a Teacup get Unique. )

This is pretty lame, but I'm either going as a vampire, a zombie, or a Cobra Starship fan (LMFAO. I'm wearing my shirt todayyyyy. :D). Or, a combination of the two. xD AN UNDEAD STARSHIP FAN! :O!
But I don't want to ruin my shirt.

As for images? STFU. I don't want your eyes to burn out of your skulls. T__T;

Oh, this is just too good to pass up. :D
I have lots of cryptids that I simply freakin' adore. XD Vampires being at the top of that heap, for fairly obvious reasons. Who wouldn't want a vampire to suck on their neck? :D Even if it is going to kill me, there's just something about it that is undeniably sensual. (And yes, I HAVE seen 30 Days of Night; it's one of my favorites.)

I also have reason to believe in Ghosts. Having personal experiences of my own, I do believe there is some kind of life after death.

As for the Goat-Sucker - el chupacabra, anyone? - I don't know.

And yes, I believe in the Loch Ness Monster. ... >_>; And Renesmee. [BREAKING DAWN, Y/Y?]

Ohmyfuckinggod.
You don't want a LIST, do you?!
I have WAY too many favorites. I fucking LOVE horror movies. Anything with ZOMBIES. Being as Shaun of the Dead was pretty damn funny, it ranks up there, but the Romero flicks pretty much take the cake.

Army of Darkness too. :D

Another ficlet. HELP. I'M AN ADDICT. VIBE is my crack! (Vibe = Vicky-T + Gabe.)
It's PG-13-ish. For language.
Written by me. teardrop_echos
"Bodybag."
Worry not. It's a oneshot.
( You're gonna need a bodybag. I'll break bones you didn't know you had. )

Okay. This is the single weirdest question ever, but I have a viable answer.

Can being a zombie be considered suffering?
No.
Getting technical I'm going to say that since a zombie is 'undead', a zombie cannot feel pain, cannot feel anything aside from hunger, and pointing out the fact that because of the fact that their bodies are dead, they can't really gain or lose weight... just limbs. And they wouldn't feel that anyway.

But they sure have fun chomping people. Apparently, we're full of nom-y goodness. O.O;

My *first* Gabe-Vicky-T fic. ONOES. It's a oneshot. Kinda fluffy. I'm sorry? Play nice. o.o;
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( The way you're singing in your sleep. The way you look before you leap. The strange illusions that you keep. You don't know, but I'm noticing. )

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Please, let that have not sucked ass. :D

Will be posting something new.
I hope. ":D

Why-oh-why do I have to be sick?
-.-;
My day keeps going from bad to worse, and shows no sign of stopping. Screw my life. I'm sick. Forced to work around the house, when my head hurts so bad, I can't even see straight, let alone stand up. WTF is wrong with my family?

Meh.

Tomorrow doesn't look any better. Cloudy with a high of 45. Why does Ohio have to be so damn cold?!
On the up side, OSU's playing a night game at the 'Shoe, and I do so love my Buckeyes. =]

GO BUCKS, Betch!

Things have changed a lot since I left college.
But we're not going there.

I'm just dropping in to say hi. Sometime in the coming weeks, I'll be posting short stories, and poetry all over the place here. Some from Jericho, some from Bones, and some from my own mind. =]

Just wanted to update everyone.
I'll see ya around.

Weeeeeeelllllllllllll. Haven't posted here in a while. Just poking my head in to check up on things. Yeeaaah. *shifty eyedarts* Did I mention it's almost 4 in the morning? Wooooo. Yeah.

I'll probably get on again later and rant, but for now, I'm hopping off.

My parents pissed me off today. Not going into detail, only saying that I was seriously about to call security on them! They rearranged my dormroom without my consenting to it - including my roommate's side, which pissed her off too! - and then refused to help me switch it back the way it was! What the fuck?!?!?!?!?!?! And then they try to guilt me into coming home! No fucking way! Not when I would have had to deal with my roommate screaming at me over the phone when she found out, but I'd have to deal with her when I got back too.
Another thing that's pissing me off is that my mother refuses to bring me my winter clothes and other necesities, and is instead telling me to come home to get them. Well I'd love to, but I don't have a car and I'm not staying at home for the weekend! SHE KNEW SHE WAS COMING TODAY! SHE COULD HAVE BROUGHT IT! BUT NO! SHE HAS TO TRY AND GUILT ME INTO COMING HOME! Which I didn't.

Anyway, done venting. Going to bed now.

I have been constantly roleplaying! Which is actually a lot of fun! And I'm checking out the mood theme too. *grins evilly*