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Do you believe in monogamy?
I'm beginning to think I believe in it the same way children believe in Father Christmas. I'm hoping that if I clap my hands, it will be real.

Or wait, was that fairies that method is intended for? (And no one had better say anything snide regarding my choice of words.)

In other news, I have already grown tired of this Godforsaken island. I have been here for a grand total of three days and already I have been robbed of my cloak, my hat, and my ribbon, and the collection of untended treasures I have discovered laying about does not make up for their loss. Strangely enough, I find the cloak the least unfortunate loss. Without my hat or a ribbon, my hair goes absolutely berserk. One moment it's entirely well-behaved and hanging there as it should; and the next, it's in my face and hopelessly tangled from the wind out here. I didn't mind having it loose back at home, but it's proving so maddening while travelling that I may simply have it cut off. I would spare myself a great deal of trouble by doing so, but I am a bit reluctant nonetheless. It's so HARD to make decisions of this sort when one doesn't even have a reflection.

Have spoken with Herr Veidt again. I fear I may not be as enamored of him as I thought, and I do not know if this is a good thing or not. I am still terribly fond of him, of course.

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I think you would create a rift in the totality of existence or something if you did.

Making you uncomfortable, apparently. It's rather fun. ^_^

Well, I do suppose you do provide the valuable service of making my particular hair situation seem more tolerable. Is that just the humidity, or is that all you?

Even when mine was red it had the decency to avoid being some kind of cloudlike mass.


I knew those eyebrows looked off compared to the rest of you!

It's blond when left to its own devices, thank you very much. I just preferred it to be red for a period of time.

Don't mind me, I'll be over here trying not to laugh my way to a nosebleed.

This is why I don't talk to you, Magda. Everything you say makes me think "THIS IS WHY WE CAN'T HAVE NICE THINGS!", even if there is no logical excuse for it. THAT IS HOW INSUFFERABLE YOU ARE. YOU CAUSE LOGIC TO BREAK DOWN.

Love you too, Captain Fabulous.

According to Romanian mythology a strigoi has red hair, blue eyes and two hearts.

I cannot vouch for the last fact, but SOMETHING must have been necessary in life to maintain circulation to those mounds of flesh you call breasts.

Seems I was more destined for this than you were, then.

No, really? Red hair, blue eyes, and a tendency to wear thin low-cut nightdresses, and she's a vampire? Call the newspapers, they will be shocked.

wow sarcasm that%2527s original dr horrible Pictures, Images and Photos

Wow, sarcasm! That's original!

What's with all the... WAH! *leaps into Herbert's arms* Boobs! Er, I mean, Magda... what is she doing here?

That's what I'm trying to figure out. >B(

*suspicious* She's not here to eat me, is she?

Will you lot stop fighting? You're waking the undead here!

*shields ears, glares at Alfred*

And can someone PLEASE make that boy stop screaming like a girl?!



*sits down with a newspaper, glances over at Magda* Warn me when he's done.

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