The Insatiable

This is not a werecollie

Today was the first day of classes.
Or at least it would have been had I gone to all my classes.
I did go to one, so I am not a complete slacker.
And I probably would have gone to all had I not spent the whole night watching True Blood.
And then slacked class to watch the rest of the episodes.
Tsk tsk tsk. Bloody addict.

True Blood is basically vampire porn. No, wait, it's just porn. Masquerading as a vampire mystery series. Seriously. All the stuff that Twilight was missing...it's right here. But it's still interesting. Luckily they haven't solved the mystery yet. I bet it's the coroner. And I bet Sam is a werewolf. or a were...collie. Hah!

And I don't understand AT ALL why Sookie (I know. Like, wth kind of name, right?) would prefer Bill the Weird Vampire over Sam, the Adorable Bartender. Oh, because otherwise there would be no story. Yeah. Oops.

But come on. Some dude who sleeps in the dirt, drinks blood...yadda yadda, you know the drill and let's not waste time talking about the vampire vs a really cute guy who is in love with her since forever and has adorable curly hair and the cutest nose. And a cute butt too.



Obviously no one is watching this for the snide intellectual repartee and depth of characters.
That's what we have House for.

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That was yesterdays post, which I did not succeed in posting because Dazz (formerly Magnet Girl) burst into the room and insisted on watching vampire porn with me.
Nah, just kidding.
That only happened after I tried to convince my best friend, NobleLilyFlower, that she was an unstoppable shopaholic.
I mean, seriously, some people are in denial.


Heh heh heh.

Happy New Year.
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