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  1. So this morning I awoke remembering a piece of my dream. It was one of the strangest dreams I think I've ever had. Now to start off I only started watching the guys youtube videos because he reads Twilight in a way I can understand without torturing myself through actually reading it and I think his commentary is hilarious (and a friend showed it to me) but I've never really watched much more then that, except the Atheist's puzzle thing about two days ago. As for attractiveness, I don't know. I don't think he's unattractive but this is just plain weird. So my dream The man that was in my dream was Nerimon aka Alex Day. And the dream honestly wasn't very long but weird. I think it was a combination of reading spam yesterday and exhaustion or maybe some subliminal message that I like men that are unavailable (which I already knew and knew why). First part of my dream involved this blog and Nerimon commented on my blog. I don't know what it said because, well it was a dream I can't read things in dreams. But I was so excited because I honestly don't get a lot of legit comments but I know it was a compliment on my last blog post. I got all stoked and he started reading my blog regularly and we became friends. Then it's starting to get hazy so I'm starting to lose the dream here. I remember it ended up with Nerimon and I in some sort of bizarre relationship and we were very happy about it. Disclaimer: I do not know Nerimon nor think that he reads my blog. I don't expect anything, the above was just a dream that I had last night. My interpretation of the dream Well I believe it's my brain telling me what I already know. I'm lonely (despite having my kids, it's an intimate loneliness) and I like to be infatuated with men that are completely unavailable to me. Why? Because I don't want to burden someone with my problems and my kids. It's a mean thing to do despite my yearn for romance and intimacy. Being divorced has pretty much solidified my intimate loneliness so I try to make up for it with my stories, obviously my fantasies and my kids. While my kids can't give me the romance and intimacy that I want they give me love which is enough and I know it despite want for more.
  2. Well I've not been updating this properly so I'm going to try and get back into this. Firstly, I have turned off the Twitter feed into my blog. I thought it was alright to start off with but really it's more or less just blog spam and I think it keeps me from posting properly in my blog so I apologize for that. I am trying to get back into a scheduled routine, Yoga, writing, baths, bed. Going to bed late is bad for me. T_T Secondly, NaNo starts next month so get excited for more updates about my writing. I'm actually hoping to take this opportunity and write a full story and see if I can get it published. With how things are going in my life it actually seems like the best course of action and I've been world building an RPG that I will be using as the primary setting. Thirdly I wanted to show everyone my awesome video! I am NO singer but I had fun and that's all that counts so I will warn you now that any comments on how bad of a singer I am I will delete it immediately. It was done to have some fun. It is a Spoof of Amanda Palmer's Leeds United song. Lets see what else. My daughter is doing well in school although I'm having problems keeping my kids from fighting and keeping my sanity. I am easily frustrated and not having a significant other to share the responsibilities with makes my life really frustrating. I mean I have mum to help offset it (and she really does help and put up with my bratty kids) but it's really hard all around. Ijust need to work on breathing and patience. Hopefully Yoga will help, I need something to help center me and I think that it will help me with my patience issues. I hate being impatient but I'm having a hard time not being impatient. In the coding world I've been developing a Character mod for IPB3. It's working very well so far I'm adding and fixing things as I go. My current project is custom fields but I haven't started working on it yet but I think it will be relatively easy, especially to override the UserInfoPane info. ------------------------------------------------------- Today's dilemma is something that I'm not sure should concern me. I've been wanting to create another character on my site which would make 10 (or 11 if you include DORIS) which would just solidify my role in having 10 out of the 20 characters on the site. Now while I don't mind having a lot of characters (I'm active with each of them and none are in danger of anything) but I feel that it's almost overkill to have so many characters. The problem is that I have so many ideas knocking around in my head and I want to play them out but I'm afraid that it would scare potential members that I am monopolizing the RP with my characters although it's more because there are so few members that my characters aren't offset by others' characters. T_T It makes me feel bad because I have the most amount of characters but it also frustrates me because I want to make another character because I have a good idea and I think it should be my choice to make since it is my creative energy. Now, I had decided last night to make the character and I'm back to being wishy washy on it. I think that it would be a great character to create but I think that I should hold off but that just artistically frustrates me and my muse. I think I will wait for a few more characters to show up before I make her and perhaps I will choose to write my NaNo story on the woman to put it out creatively. Thanks for listening to my plight while I decided on this, although I still fight to not make the character I think that I will wait until the KoC story furthers and it has been around longer for her to step in or that we get 5-10 more characters on the site. ------------------------------------------------------- Now the last thing I think of is site changes. I am going to change my layout here on Morrigan's Madness. The colors should stay relatively the same as they are two of my favorites, it's that or pink. I also am going to create a Listing and maybe start up a fanlisting or two. I will most likely begin to get my site linked at other places so look forward to seeing a lot of changes here on MM but they may be slow, my first priorities is scheduling my life, KoC and RPers Anon. I think that you will all enjoy the changes as I will be adding Twitter stuff, Facebook Stuff and more. ^_^ That's it for now. Enjoy and thanks for reading.
  3. The rhythm of the lights dimming would have been soothing had it not been for the obnoxious buzz of the florescent or the jabber of the woman talking constantly. “We need an O negative transfusion and an O.R. Room prepped. This woman has lost a lot of blood and has multiple...” the rhythmic beat of the lights faded quickly into a dark grey then to black as Elizabeth blacked out again. ------------------------------------ Elizabeth felt strange. There was an almost nauseous feeling to it but she didn't feel sick. No, it was more of a throbbing in her abdomen, her arms, her head, her neck. She tried to move, tried to touch her stomach where it throbbed the most but her limbs felt like lead. No matter how hard she willed herself to move she couldn't move in the soundless black. She supposed she could ask the normal questions to herself but that would be kind of pointless. Where was she? Why was she there? Philosophical non-sense that meant nothing when she considered that she couldn't remember anything before she got there. The question then was, what could she remember? Blood. It was everywhere. The unfamiliar shoe. The strange lights. Then the blackness. “She's coming out of it,” an unfamiliar male voice interjected into the blackness. “I thought she was under! We're not done yet put her back under,” said a second voice. “That could put her in a coma or kill her!” “Her coming out before I finish surgery could kill her. Put he...r...” The quiet enveloped her again. Surgery? She didn't remember going in for some procedure but perhaps she lost her memory. Maybe.... The darkness began to feel crushing. The throbbing began to subside being replaced with a light feeling. Her mind began to feel fuzzy and she couldn't find her thoughts through the haze. Morgan. Piper. Batista. Detective. Death. Torture. Knives. Killing. Investigation. Blood. Dexter. Blood. Dexter. Dexter. Dexter. Dexter. “DEXTER!” Elizabeth shouted her eyes snapped open to see the dulled florescent bulb above her. Her throat ached, the dullest scratch like she hadn't drank anything for days. She tried to move but her arms and chest were strapped down. She struggled with the restraints not understanding why they were even on her. Was she convicted of something? Was she ina mental institution finally? She struggled harder against the cushioned straps, her arms beginning to burn. “She's awake,” a gruff Latin voice came from the hall. “What did she say?” a female Latino voice came through. “Did she say Dexter?” “That's what it sounded like. I know she was flirting with him at the precinct. Perhaps she would do better to talk to him? I don't want to upset her, she's been through a lot,” it was Detective Batista. “I'll go in and see her while you go get him.” Elizabeth eased her struggle against the restraint when the burly figure of Detective Batista came closer to her. She tried to talk but it came out more of a groggy moan. “Dete-tive Ta-Tista,” she whispered huskily to him. “Water,” she croaked. “Puh,” she groaned and struggled to pull her hand up to her throat but remained restrained. The Detective seemed to get the gist as he grabbed a glass and filled it with water bringing it over for her to drink. She closed her eyes as the medium warm water chaffed down her throat. Mmm, Miami's best tap water. “You've been through a lot,” she heard the detective say as he pulled the nourishing glass of disgusting water away from her lips. “I can only im-magine,” she continued groggily. “Not sure the last time I woke up in hand cuffs. College maybe?” she grinned lazily up to him giving her hand a tug to emphasize the point. “You still have your sense of humor. That's good,” he said giving her another drink of the water. “That's really good actually.” He tilted his head as he pulled the cup away from her lips, still forgetting or neglecting to remove the restraints from her arms. “Do you remember what happened to you before you came here?” She looked around and took a deep breath. “I'm still trying to figure out where here is,” she told him. “I guess it would help if I had a little more... um,” she closed her eyes to attempt to think of the word. “I don't know. Umm, movement?” she tugged at her wrists to signify the restraints to hopefully enlighten the rather confused looking detective. It took longer then she expected for the concept to come over him. “Oh, uh. Let me get a nurse to let you out of those. I heard you are quite the restless sleeper,” he told her as he stood up to get some help. That probably explained why she was tied down. Pulling out IV's while you slept was not good for healing, if that's what she was supposed to be doing. It was only a few minutes before a nurse came in followed by Detective Batista and a new face. It was a woman but it wasn't Detective Morgan. The nurse immediately began to tug and pull at her chest causing a few sharp intakes of breath and groans. Every movement felt like a knife being jabbed into her side. “What in the hell happened to me,” she asked after a particularly loud groan as the strap over her shoulders was removed and she could wiggle them to get more comfortable. “We were hoping you could tell us that Miss Thory,” the Latina woman asked. “Did you not tell her Detective Batista?” Elizabeth asked throwing an accusing gaze in his direction. “Lieutenant, she prefers to be called Liz.” “Liz then,” the lieutenant said with a frustrated breath. “What happened to you?” Elizabeth's right wrist was released from it's restraint which gave her the ability to rub them gently. She took in a deep breath and closed her eyes. “I don't remember much. I remember leaving the precinct to go home and then I woke up here,” she opened her eyes. She twisted her hips to adjust her position. With the movement a sudden jolt of pain shot from her abdomen outward to all of her limbs. The sudden shock made her grip the plastic bars that kept her in her bed. “Ow,” she said as she groaned settling down into her original position. “Maybe someone could enlighten me on the damage before I do something that stupid again.” Detective Batista chuckled with a move to muffle it by rubbing his hand over his mouth. “Sure,” the lieutenant said moving out into the hall signaling that she wanted the detective to follow her leaving the quiet nurse alone with the forgetful serial killer. This was great. She knew most of what happened but she wasn't sure exactly what she should divulge. Yes ma'am, he was bad with a knife, I could tell because I'm a Serial Killer. No ma'am, I don't actually kill people for a living, it's more of a hobby really. Yes ma'am, he was in my apartment waiting for me. No ma'am, I wasn't afraid. Why should I be afraid of an ignorant asshole that broke into my home? Yes ma'am, I fought back and obviously I didn't win. No ma'am, I don't remember what happened after that, I just remember the blood and the unfamiliar shoe. Elizabeth was shaken out of her imaginary answer scenario when the door opened and a doctor, followed by an unsuspected smiling face. “Hey you.” “Dexter?” Elizabeth questioned more informally then she probably should have. She had only met him twice and they were already on a first name basis? She didn't think they actually were, “I mean Mr Morgan. Why are you here?” “You can call me Dexter and I heard you asked for me by name.” Elizabeth's cheeks burned in embarrassment. It was unlike her to show that sort of emotion but she couldn't believe that she had asked for him by name. “I'm sorry. I didn't mean...” she rubbed a hand through her matted hair as he gave her a smile. “You shouldn't have come down here.” “It's okay, the lieutenant asked me to come down and collect some blood samples from you anyways. Like from your hair,” he said flipping some of her matted hair as he gently sank into the bed beside her. “Alright Miss Thory, I understand that you wanted to know what all we did to fix you up,” great, an informal, interrupting doctor. This explanation would be short and probably stupid. “Well you had a few cuts on your neck that we stitched up, you're really lucky that you didn't nick an artery there because it was really close. Then we patched up a few cuts on your arms and a gouge on your leg, it looked like someone stabbed the knife into your thigh. Then we stitched up your stomach where you had a few stab wounds. We couldn't tell how many but you were really lucky that they were shallow and didn't do any internal damage or you would be dead.” Elizabeth was pretty sure that luck didn't have anything to do with it. Although, how he got so many cuts in before she took him down was beyond her. “You'll have to stay in the hospital for at least a few days while we watch you but you'll be out of here in no time. You're lucky you got that call into 911 or you'd be dead.” “Thank you doctor,” she said with a forced genuine smile. “I'll let you talk with your boyfriend here, then a nurse will come in to check on you in while,” he said slapping his clipboard against his hand with a loud 'pop'. Simultaneously both Dexter and Elizabeth gave off an “Umm,” to signify the inaccuracy of his statement. “He's not my...” “She's not my...” “Oop, sorry. I just figured that you were,” the doctor back peddled. “Let me get out of here so you guys can talk anyways,” he said quickly retreating from the room that now stood in a tense silence. Now what? “Umm,” he started. “Lieutenant LaGuerta wanted me to ask you if you remember what happened,” he said with a frown. “I don't remember much. Just waking up in blood and the unfamiliar shoe,” the word blood set her teeth on edge. She may remember it but she didn't get to enjoy it. Not like she should have been able to. She felt violated in the largest but most private part of her life. Elizabeth took a deep breath. “I'm sorry I'm not much help,” she told him. She was pretty sure that this wasn't the place to remember more. At least not the more that she did remember. The dream with the smiling serial killer. “Did he die?” Dexter looked confused about the question, like he was caught off guard. “Did who die?” “The man. The one,” that I didn't get to torture and that almost killed me. The one that attacked me. The bastard that I cut to ribbons as he sliced me up. The one “that tried to,” rape and “kill me,” she said the anger seeping into her voice. Dexter's brow furrowed, “Yes he was dead when emergency services got to you. Are you alright? You look upset.” “I don't know,” Elizabeth said as she began to rub her hand absentmindedly. She could feel the ache grow. “I feel,” she huffed in frustration as she saw the face of the lieutenant in the window to her room. She couldn't ask him anything there. She doubted she'd ever be able to tell him her secret no matter how much she wanted to, “tired.” “Not a problem. I'll just get those samples from your hair and under your finger nails then get out of here so you can rest.” “Is this what you always do? Get to see the sick and dying and get samples?” she asked with a smirk. “Actually I'm a Blood Spatter analyst.” “Blood Spatter? And you're here collecting dry and crusted samples from my hair? Why would you do something as silly as that?” “Well I was the only one available.” “Oh,” she said, the disappointment apparent in her voice. A serial killer could hope. “Not that I didn't want to see you I was just saying that it may have been someone else but I was available.” “I understand,” she said with a small smile as he leaned in with a q-tip that he just sprayed with some chemical. She took in a breath and held it while his face was close to hers. He smelt of blood and sweat, “You killed someone recently,” she whispered. “What?” he asked looking down at her with surprise. “Hmmm,” she smiled. “You smell like blood. You must have killed recently.” She looked up to him with a smirk. “It's a joke you blood spatter analyst.” He must have been holding his breath too because he let it out in one quick rush as he sat back and clicked the lid on his q-tip swab. “You had me going there for a second.” “I'm pretty good at that. I didn't mean to scare you.” “It's alright. I think I'm done. If they need more they'll get it from you I think.” Elizabeth set her hand on his leg. “Will you come to see me again?” “Sure,” he said with a shrug and a smile. “Tomorrow?” “Tomorrow works. Around noon?” “Only if you promise to bring me something not hospital food.” “Alright, it's a date then.” “Thanks.” He didn't move, staring at her. Maybe he was thinking about collecting from her fingernails like he said he was going to. Perhaps, instead, he was trying to measure her up or maybe he was imagining her as a serial killer like she had when she first met him. Dexter the knife man. Elizabeth the knife woman. Together they rid the world of people to sate their own desire to hurt things. They are.... Serial Killers! A new kind of Super Hero.
  4. Morrigan

    Liz Fic part 6

    Elizabeth's heart was racing her body was covered in sweat as she shot straight up her hand immediately shooting up to feel her stinging neck. She brought her fingers away from her neck to look at the blood on her hands. She breathed heavily trying to gain her bearings her eyes falling to the sheets that covered her. Blood. Her entire bed was covered in blood, not just her neck where she felt a stinging sensation. She took a deep calming breath as she ran her bloodied hand over one side of her face and into her hair. Where did all of the blood come from? Was it all hers? Was she dead? If she were dead then she'd be in some sort of surreal heaven. A pleasant and fabulous heaven where blood was given without a price. No, she wasn't dead but she didn't feel well. Her entire body felt weak, her mind swirling as she fell back to the bloodied sheets trying to think of where all the blood came from. Her body felt so weak, so tired. It wasn't like her to feel so tired or so dazed. With an extreme amount of effort she threw a leg over so she was able to roll to her stomach and look around the floor for any clues as to where the blood had come from. Anything. She needed to know why she felt so woozy, why she was still alive if that was all her blood. Her eyes scanned the floor. A shoe, her bag, her... Elizabeth pressed her head harder into her mattress to tilt her head slightly. That wasn't her knife. She had never seen that knife before in her life and yet there it was, covered in blood on top of her bag. Suddenly she shot up again only to fall to the floor her face planting next to an unfamiliar shoe attached to a leg. She grabbed at it before she realized how terrifyingly bad this was. This was not happening! What was she supposed to be doing? Calling the cops? Cleaning up? What happened when she got home? Elizabeth closed her eyes and thought back to her drive home. It had involved being driven by a police officer, wait. No. She had taken a cab home but she had been at the police statioin earlier. She paid the cab driver when she arrived. Walked up the steps to her apartment glancing over at her deceased neighbors door. Unlocked her door, walked in the door. Did she unlock her door? Did it matter? She got into her apartment and then... Then? Elizabeth's eyes snapped open as she stared at the foot. The man attacked her and held her with the knife to her neck. That's why her neck stung. He didn't know how to handle a weapon and he pressed too hard on her neck because she didn't react the way he wanted. With fear. There was a fight and she won, obviously by the corpse on her floor. Despite how much she wanted to cleanse herself of this death, to play around in his puddle of blood, she couldn't. She had to call the cops for this one. There was no getting out of that but she had to know her story before she did that. Elizabeth repeated the events in her mind before she finally fumbled for her home phone dialing 911. “911, what's your emergency?” a male's voice picked up on the other end. “Yes, my name is Elizabeth Thory and,” she attempted to choke up like she was on the verge of tears, “I was attacked in my home and I overcame my attacker but I think he's dead. There's blood everywhere.” “Alright ma'am, take a deep breath. Do you feel that your life is threatened right now?” god she hated when people told her to take a deep breath, it was like they thought she had forgotten how to breath. “I don't think so! I think he's dead!” she sobbed into the receiver. “Is anyone in need of medical assistance?” “Yes,” she breathed quietly. “Stay on the line with me miss until we get someone to your location. Can you give me your address?” “Umm. Uh. I live in apartment 26 in the palm apartments, um. It's on Pine road,” she said being as purposefully ambiguous as possible. Alright ma'am someone will be there shortly. Please stay on the line with me until medical services get there. Elizabeth hung up. She didn't need to hear him repeat himself and she could already hear the sirens. The sirens themselves made her heart beat in anticipation. This was so bad! So very bad and yet she felt she had to do it this way.
  5. Morrigan

    Liz Fic Part 5

    The bump of the club was getting on Elizabeth's nerves. Normally the sound didn't bother her but tonight was a particularly nerve wracking night because she wasn't there to find someone to kill to sate her desire. In fact she was pretty well sated at the moment. She was there to stalk a different sort of prey. Another predator. After the realization of what Dexter Morgan was Elizabeth had went home and did some research on him. He was spotless. The best she could find on him was a traffic ticket, from when he was 23. It wasn't anything and it didn't mean much especially since she wasn't sure what she was expecting to find. Maybe “Dexter Morgan, Serial Killer” with a list of his victims? While it would have been convenient, it was doubtful. Whatever it was, she didn't find it looking through her normal circuits. She did, however, find out where he lived which was a good start. That was how she ended up here. Elizabeth followed him here from his home. Normally she would have went home after following him here but she came inside instead. It was a perverse need to watch another predator stalk their prey. Her need to interact with another person that needed the sticky feeling of blood on their hands to stay sane. It was her darkness reaching out for his. Elizabeth kept an eye on him the entire night only leaving time to blink and eventually that cost her. She had lost him in the crowd in the split second it took for her eyes to close and open. How was that even possible? She swung her head around looking frantically for the man she had lost but in the sea of bumping bodies he seemed to be gone. “You know I thought we agreed that after the Adams case we'd see each other,” an amused grumble said to her from behind. She turned her eyes up to see the face of her prey for that evening. “I'm sorry. I have a thing for a man that looks like he can handle a knife, I mean me, I mean himself,” she said with a shake of her head and a chuckle. “Sit down and I'll buy you a drink,” she said offering him the seat next to her. “Nah. I actually think I'm going to call it a night,” he said to her. Damn. She was hoping to talk with him. “Didn't find what you were looking for?” she asked him. “No,” he said throwing a thumb over his shoulder as an indication that he was getting ready to leave. “I'm going to head out. Long day at work and I've got to get up early.” “Mind walking me to my car?” Elizabeth asked. “Sure,” he said with a shrug. What else was she supposed to do? She was only there to watch him and he was leaving. Her best plan was just to leave too. Elizabeth left the half empty drink on the counter as she let Dexter lead her out of the club. When they got outside she couldn't help the sigh of relief that escaped her lips. She was glad that the insistent bumping of the club had been muted to a dull thump behind her as she walked. He looked down at her with a raised eyebrow. “Glad to be out of there?” “A little. The pounding music was giving me a headache.” “If you don't like it then why do you go?” To stalk a man that reminds me... of me. “To meet people. I met you tonight didn't I?” “I guess so,” he said giving her a thoughtful frown. “Did you come out here to meet someone in particular?” Elizabeth was getting tired of the fake smile game but kept it up in case she was wrong about him. “Nope, I don't have a special someone to go meet at random clubs in the middle of my work week. You?” she said with a bump of her shoulder into him. “I was looking for someone but they weren't there.” Elizabeth nodded feeling that she had interrupted his ritual. That was rude of her wasn't it? Well she would have to make it up to him after she got to know him better. “This is me,” she said coming up to her 2004 dark blue, hatchback Ford Focus. She gave him a nod and a smile in which he returned the nod but not the smile. Elizabeth thought that was a bit odd since he seemed so good at fitting in with the situation. “Who are you?” he asked her more darkly then she had anticipated his presence imposing on hers in an attempt to press her closer to the car. “My name is Liz I'm the woman that the cops think murdered my next door neighbors.” “I know that, but who are you?” his eyes narrowed at her. “I saw you outside of my apartment.” A low grunt escaped her throat as shoved her shoulders back into her car, his knee held her up, his forearm quickly pressing her painfully against the cool metal frame behind her. Then the blade appeared a beautifully crafted, stainless steel, chef's knife held rather painfully beneath her chin against her jugular, “Who are you and why are you following me?” The question was absurdly hilarious! She couldn't help the reaction as her head fell back the knife still held painfully firm against her neck as she laughed. She could feel the small tingle as the knife dug deep enough to draw blood. He drew first blood then which was fine, she had been the one stalking him, poorly. “Well I already told you that my name is Liz but that's not what you want to know is it?” she questioned him as she pulled her head back up the blade of the knife scraping dangerously across her skin. “Why am I stalking you? Well I thought it was obvious Dexter. We have something in common,” she said with her toothy alligator grin.” The pressure of the knife loosened for a moment before being pressed harder then before followed by a bizarre twist of him mashing his lips against hers. She yelped into his lips before she relaxed into the kiss closing her eyes, her arms reaching around him to pull his body closer to hers. She could hardly believe what was happening it was all so amazingly sexual. All of her favorite things mashed together in one place. Blood. Pain. Pleasure. The possibility of death. The hand that had been holding her against the car moved to help push her higher on it their lips still hungrily devouring one another. She could die at that moment and be happy to die. She was not as alone as she once thought. The crushing loneliness that made her work dangerously close to the line of unsafe. It was minutes, maybe hours, of being pressed against that car before he removed his lips from hers panting in her ear. “Your mine,” he rasped before the blade that was pressed against her neck shot a cool pain into her as he sliced across her jugular. For a moment Elizabeth was surprised by the action, her eyes wide, accusing before she smiled and her body slumped down to the ground as he removed himself from her, his green shirt soaked in her blood. Her blood. Wasn't that a beautiful canvas to stare at? Her own. She gurgled a thank you as she stared up at his darkened silhouette, the only thing she could see clearly were his eyes and the hypnotizing blade that he held stained with her blood. My blood is so beautiful. Elizabeth could feel herself slipping away as the darkness began to surround her vision as everything began to fade, the life draining out of her.
  6. Morrigan

    Liz Fic Part 4

    Elizabeth fell out of sync for the third class that day as she jumped up and down teaching the thirty-odd people in front of her a new routine. They didn't notice, how could they? But she could and it frustrated her. Her mind kept wandering to the man that morning, the one that looked familiar but wasn't familiar. Every time it wandered, she faltered. Who in the hell was he? Why did she recognize him? Why couldn't she get her mind off of it? Distraction 101. Think about something that draws your mind away from the task at hand. It's always a bad thing. “Liz, is something the matter?” Amanda asked her, the genuine look of concern on her students face as she approached Elizabeth after the class. “Yes. Why? Does something look to be the matter?” Elizabeth asked incredulously. “Oh, well you just look a little sad is all. See you next week,” Amanda said with a smile and a wave of her hand still holding her aerobics towel. That is why you do not get distracted, people notice. “Yeah, see you next week,” Elizabeth responded as she always did, a bright smile on her lips as everyone left the expansive room to her. Once the room was empty she moved to the wall and placed her forehead against the cool surface. “Dexter Morgan,” Elizabeth said aloud for the first time since she had seen it written on the ID badge around the man's face. “Dexter Morgan. Morgan. Morgan. Morgan. Where have I seen you before Dexter Morgan?” “Excuse me, Liz?” Elizabeth spun on her heel to face the door. Naomi the desk clerk was poking her head inside. “I'm sorry to bother you. I had tried your cell a few minutes ago. There's some officers here that say they want to see you about something,” she said indicating to over her shoulder. “You can show them in Naomi,” Elizabeth said with a wave of her hand a smile still apparent on her face. Shortly afterward she was faced with Detective Batista and Detective Morgan again. “Hello. I wasn't expecting to see you both again so soon,” she informed them. Their solemn looks told her that this visit was not good, her first instinct was to run but she stood her ground. While she often listened to those tiny instincts the instinct to flee was not one of them. Fleeing insinuated guilt. Elizabeth was not guilty. “Miss Thory,” Detective Batista started. “Liz,” Elizabeth quickly corrected. “Liz,” he said with a nod of his head. “Miss Adams' son was also found dead in the apartment.” Now that was something she was not expecting, her eyes opened wide with shock for a few moments before furrowing together in confusion. “That's terrible but what does it have to do with me?” “Well we'd like to take you down and ask you a few more questions if that's alright.” Elizabeth held a face that looked sorely confused. “I don't understand.” She was a suspect and she knew it. Talk about bringing her life under the microscope. “We just have a few questions that we need to ask you back at the station.” “Alright I guess. I don't see why you couldn't call instead of coming all the way down here,” Elizabeth said moving to grab her stuff lifting her aerobics towel off of her bag and pressing it to her sweating brow. “Well we did call you just didn't answer,” Detective Morgan interjected. “I told you I might not be able to hear you over the music,” Elizabeth countered with a smile as she pulled her bag over her shoulder. “After you,” she indicated with a single hand. What a perfect opportunity to attempt to see Dexter Morgan again. If she believed in fate she'd say it was that. The elevator dinged just before the door opened to a room that was lined with glass windows and hip high desks all in one large room. Elizabeth didn't know if she would be able to work in such a confined space like this. It was messy. She could already feel the draw on her energy just being there. Maybe that was half of the point to being brought here. The negativity made a person self conscious. Elizabeth hummed a soft lullaby tune as she walked with a smile on her face nodding as she passed a few people. They all looked so solemn, like the tedium of their job was too hard to bare. What happened when it did become too hard to bare? Is that when the noble police officers that “just do their job” become homicidal? Elizabeth wondered how many of them contemplated suicide and murder. Her eyes playfully crossed each of them her mind straying to seeing them holding a weapon of choice in their hand. She could imagine Detective Batista as a man with bloody knuckles after beating someone to death. Detective Morgan seemed more of a suicide case then a murderer, passed out with blood in her bath and pills all over the floor. A double dipper as it were. Elizabeth saw another female with blood on what she could only assume was their husband's mistresses sex whip. Another she saw with a concealing baseball cap and bat. Another had a noose around their neck as they filed away some paperwork. As Elizabeth daydreamed she was lead into what she could only assume was an interrogation room. She looked around calmly setting her bag onto the table and plopping herself into the chair to look up at the two detectives that had disappeared behind a closed door. Elizabeth frowned. That was rude of them. She quickly shrugged it off and began to look around the room swinging her feet beneath her. There was no point in being nervous. They had nothing on her even if she were to be their prime suspect for a crime she didn't commit. Wasn't it ironic? Elizabeth Thory a suspect for a crime she didn't even commit. She huffed in amusement as her eyes lingered on the camera. Was he out there? The man she knew but didn't. Dexter Morgan. After a few moments the door clicked and opened to let the Detectives into the small room. She smiled more broadly tilting her head cheerily like she had no idea what could have prompted them to bring her down here. Detective Morgan placed a file in front of her and sat down. “How well did you know the Adams' again?” she asked. “I told you that I didn't know them very well. We were neighbors, not friends,” Elizabeth responded with a shake of her head. What didn't they understand about that. “Well it appears that the boy knew you better then you thought,” Detective Morgan said as she opened the manilla folder to expose some angry looking drawings. “We found these in the boys room with your name on it,” she said flipping them around so that Elizabeth could see them. Elizabeth tilted her head furrowing her brow as she stared at the images. They were about death and how Elizabeth was a killer and about how she planned to kill him and his mother. Instead of looking alarmed she smiled more broadly and laughed. Elizabeth looked up at the officer's and shook her head in amusement. They looked at each other like she was going to confess to what they were thinking she had done. “You have to be kidding me. You brought me all the way down here to explain some pictures from an eight year old?” she said trying to contain her laughter. She rubbed her eye as she shoved the images back at her. “I did a favor for Piper a few years ago and the boy never forgave me. She didn't have the heart to take his dog to the pound so she asked me to. Unfortunately there was a miscommunication as to when I was to be over to pick him up and the boy ended up coming home when I was taking the dog out of the house. “He never forgave me for that. Check the Greenleaf Veterinary Clinic. It's under Piper's name but the dogs name was Chowder,” Elizabeth looked at them with a playful smile on their face. “If you look at the pictures there is a dog in the background of them all. Piper told me about it but never showed me the pictures,” she explained waiting for one of them to leave and check the information. “So why would he say that you were going to kill him and his mom,” Elizabeth sighed. “I don't have any idea. I'm an aerobics instructor not a psychologist,” she said with a shrug and chuckle. “You're not taking this seriously. You're neighbor is dead Miss Thory and you are our prime suspect. Where were you last night?” the scrawny brunette snapped trying to get Elizabeth to break. “Camping,” Elizabeth said plainly. “Do you have anyone that can collaborate that?” Detective Batista interjected. Not a live one. “Unfortunately not,” she answered simply. There was a tap at the door and Detective Batista went outside to see what it was about. “Just tell the truth. You killed Piper and her son and went home like any other day. What did she do to piss you off? You are bigger then her it probably wouldn't have been hard to overpower her, you're very fit,” Detective Morgan said. “Feel free to get a warrant and check to see if you can find the blood in my home,” Elizabeth informed her. “I didn't kill Piper or her son. I had no problem with them,” she explained as Detective Batista returned to the room. “You're free to leave but stay where we can contact you. No more camping,” he said with a shake of his head. Detective Morgan got up frustrated. “She's the one I can feel it,” she murmured to the other as Elizabeth collected her things. “We don't have proof Morgan,” he said gruffly back to her. “I'm sorry I'm not a great help to you both. If there is anything I can do please don't hesitate,” Elizabeth said clutching her bag closer to herself as she left. She was hoping it would throw a red flag to indicate there was something inside of it. Get them to take it back, give her time to find Dexter. “Liz,” Detective Batista called after her. “Do you mind if we look in the bag?” Elizabeth set it down on the desk she was standing next to throwing a hand out. “Not at all.” She took a few steps back, further into the open expanse of the office looking around to see if she saw him. She avoided the people that she imagined with their murder weapons or suicide of choice and looked for the familiar face amongst the crowd of unfamiliar people. Elizabeth smiled at the Detective as he looked to her while he rummaged through her bag. “I warn you there might be icky stuff in there. You may want gloves. I sweat a lot.” That seemed to get his grubby fingers out of her stuff for a second to seek gloves. He should have had those on the entire time shouldn't he have? It didn't matter much to her, they wouldn't find anything. Elizabeth's eyes went from the Detective back to looking for Dexter. This time it didn't take long. He came from around a corner. Look at that stride. He looked so confident. He was a knife man, like she was. He took a personal interest in killing his victims, or he would, if he were a murderer like her. She bowed her eyes in disappointment as she was one of the few like herself. The neat monster. Elizabeth looked back up to see his eyes on her. “Hey... you. I saw you at the crime scene earlier. What are you doing here?” he asked, his eyes skillfully glazing over what Detective Batista was doing. “Apparently I'm the prime suspect,” she informed him her eyes shooting to the detective which just looked up for a moment before returning to removing things from her bag. “Oh. Well oh,” he said looking awkward. “My name is Elizabeth by the way. Please call me Liz though. Thank you again for letting me get to work earlier,” she informed him placing her hand out for him to shake. He took it. His grip was firm, one that would make most women woozy in the knees for him. “Dexter Morgan.” “Lovely to meet you Dexter Morgan,” she said with a slight lift and fall to their hands. “Now I hate to repeat myself but I swear I've seen you somewhere before,” she informed him although their hands hadn't separated. “I wouldn't know where,” he told her again. Elizabeth's eyes furrowed and she recoiled her hand as if he had burned her. She knew why he looked so familiar, it was like looking in a mirror. “My mistake then,” she informed him with a smile. If she knew then could he tell too? “All done. Sorry about the inconvenience Miss, I mean Liz,” Detective Batista said bowing his head as he stripped his hands of his gloves. “Thank you Detective. You have my cell,” she said turning back to Dexter. “Will I see you again?” she asked him. “Well after this case maybe?” he said with a shrug. She reached into a side pocket of her bag for a pen and a piece of paper. She quickly scrawled her name and number onto the pad before handing it to him. “It was great to see you again,” she informed him with a smile before she picked up her bag. She gave him and the Detective a nod before she began toward the elevator. She could hear the detective tease him. “Woo Dex. I think she's hot for you,” was all she could hear before the elevator doors slammed shut in front of her. She didn't believe “hot” was the best term for what she felt. Interested? Curious? Seduced? Probably.
  7. Morrigan

    Funny Spam

    So I get a kick out of reading some spam that gets trashed on my blog when I post things and they tickle me, especially when you compare them to what they are posted on. "Can I just say what a relief to find someone who actually knows what theyre talking about on the internet. You definitely know how to bring an issue to light and make it important. More people need to read this and understand this side of the story. I cant believe youre not more popular because you definitely have the gift." This was posted on Part 2 and 3 of my Dexter Fic. DID YOU KNOW that I know what I'm talking about when I'm writing fiction? I mean I'm the authority and I bring the fiction issue to light! More people need to read my fiction. Now I don't disagree with the fact that more people need to read my stuff, because I like to know that people read my blog, but it just entertains me that this was posted. I mean, really? I really know what I'm talking about? I mean, I know I don't really know what I'm talking about but this just entertains me to all hell. "Thanks for making such great points. I will need to apply some of them! It for sure aint that easy as the commercials make it seem. You really gotta be highly persistenet and you should never stop trying. The results will show in due time." So this was posted on Flaky and not the Wooty kind. I didn't think I made any points except for self-degradating ones. Thanks for letting me know that I'm GOOD at making myself look really bad. "Excellent blog you have there, thanks for sharing, iv bookmaked you!" Thanks! I really appreciate the link to the Macbook page too! Morons. Yeah. I appreciate that you came to my site, took the time to bot a reply and tell me that you're never coming back. I really appreciate that! "It takes more thought to come up with a good blog comment then a bad one. For instance, it takes much less brain effort to say “you suck” than to say “I profoundly disagree with the simplistic drivel that has been touted on this networked opinion delivery system.” As evidenced by the number of moronic comments that are left on various blogs, it appears that the majority of blog readers have the cranial capacity of cattle who spend a lot of time defecating in the same pool they drink from." I love this one. It is so well put together then so many others. The only problem with this one is that it doesn't directly reflect anything that it's posted for. So while cute this one is just another of the millions of spam comments that only entertain me. I really appreciate the fact that it points out that some comments on blogs are moronic. Such a reflective looking on blogging in a whole. Aren't I a hypocrite? "Great information! I’ve been looking for something like this for a while now. Thanks!" Now if I ran an informative blog, maybe something bashing BP or something like that, I would probably really appreciate this spam comment. Unfortunately I have a blog where I complain about things, inform people about my mediocre life. Now if you were coming here to get information about me and get information about things I rant about then you're shiny. I would love this comment too! Unfortunately this was posted on my Dexter fic (part 3) and has a link to minority loans or something. Not just is it hilarious (obviously my fic information is just so awesome as spam bots keeps telling me so) but I'm obviously not a minority.... I mean I'm the whitest woman possible and I'm pretty sure that divorced mothers aren't in the minority these days. Love the thought but the bot has got to go! So I had to post this as I normally read all of the good spam in my box. I might do this more often if I continue to see rather hilarious ones. (brownie points if I find something REALLY good bot bastards) So Yeah. <3 Thanks for reading and I will try to update you all soon. ^_^
  8. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Elizabeth's eyes snapped open as the familiar annoying buzz of her alarm clock rang out reminding her that it was time to rise, three hours before work, so that she could get prepared to go there. She didn't mind the tedium, it was her break from her real passion. She sat up a smirk on her face, the fresh kill still on her mind. Elizabeth tilted her head from one side to the other to hear the familiar popping sounds of her neck cracking. The release felt great as she pushed herself off of the bed to saunter into her adjoining bathroom. She pulled the hair tie out of her messy pony tail to let her short brown hair tumble around her round face. “I am a sexy devil aren't I?” Elizabeth said to herself in the mirror as she posed in front of the mirror, tilting her body from one side to the other to see her nude form from every angle. “You are a beast Elizabeth!” she told herself again with a loud cracking slap to her bottom before she turned to her shower and turned it on. She didn't even wait the few minutes it took for the shower to warm up, stepping into the clear box immediately she set to cleaning herself off from the past day's rest and preparing herself for the day ahead of her. Had Elizabeth not been singing loudly and off key she probably would have heard the pounding at her door before she shut off the water in the shower and climbed out to get dried off. Once she heard the knock at the door her singing faded into a frown. “I'll be there in a minute,” she shouted moving to her bedroom as she hastily dried off her body. The knocking sounded again, followed by a “Miss Thory it's Miami DADE police we need to ask you a few questions please.” Well that put a kink in her morning. She hadn't gotten any more then her underwear on but if they were insistent then she'd be fine to oblige them. Elizabeth walked out of her bedroom and into her living room, “Fine, fine. I'm coming,” she called to them. She opened the door, “I don't know why you have to be so impatient, I was taking a shower,” she said to them with a frown looking curiously at the two people in front of her door. They both looked away from her mostly naked body the scrawny brunette covering her mouth as she muttered a 'holy fuck'. She looked at them incredulously, “Please don't tell me that you were so impatient to get me to the door that this bothers you? I told you to wait a minute,” she informed them both. “What is it that you need at this hour? I have to get ready for work.” “Hello Miss Thory. I'm Detective Morgan and this is Detective Batista. We're sorry about bothering you at the early hour but we were wondering if you could answer some questions for us about your next door neighbor. A Piper Adams?” Elizabeth looked from one to the other, both looking her in the face to avoid looking at the rest of her. Elizabeth smiled and raised her eyebrows to signify that she was waiting. She didn't verbally answer either of them expecting that the questions would come eventually. Obviously, if they couldn't wait they weren't wondering if she could they wanted her to answer questions or to ask for them to get a warrant or bring her in. “Yes, well, first thing is, did you hear anything strange in her apartment that last week?” the man, Detective Batista asked. Elizabeth shook her head. “It would depend on what you mean by strange. My next door neighbors are all conservatives and so you normally don't hear much except the things that leak through the thin walls. If you mean screaming, yelling, fighting and all that? I think she was fighting with someone about two days ago. It was something about a TV that she pawned off or something like that.” The detectives respectively looked at one another before back to Elizabeth. “You seem to remember that pretty well, do you remember any other fights that she had with anyone?” Elizabeth frowned and moved away from the door inviting them in, “I told you I have to get ready for work so if you're going to ask me questions you'll have to do it while I get ready for work. Yes. I have a good memory. No. I do not catalog and record every fight my neighbors have. No. I don't get into their business and I almost always keep to myself unless I'm outside and see someone. I am a normal hermit just like everyone else in this city,” she said closing the door behind them walking down the hall back into her bedroom the detectives following to just outside of her door. “What all do you know about Miss Adams, Miss Thory?” the female detective, identified as Detective Morgan, asked. “I know that she liked take out. I never see her in the morning when I leave for work. I occasionally see her when I take out my trash and we smile, wave and make idle chit-chat when we run into one another. Can you tell me what happened so I might be of better use to you? She wasn't really my closest acquaintance but if you're here about stolen items and need to know more about her character and whatnot I can vouch for her or whatever. She's a good mum to her son,” Elizabeth rambled on as she pulled on a pair of jogging capris, a sports bra and a runners jacket. She came out of the room moving to her laundry room, right past the detectives who were looking to one another and talking in hushed whispers for the moment. “I'm sorry to inform you of this Miss Thory, Miss Adams is dead,” said Detective Batista. Elizabeth paused in mid turn. This fact didn't surprise her or scare her at all. In fact the screams in her dreams the night previous might have very well been her next door neighbors as she was being killed. She had to react to this appropriately though. What was appropriate for this? Shock? Maybe some tears? Yes, that would probably be right. Elizabeth's jaw had went slack as she though about it. The thoughts dawning over her as her right hand slowly came up to her mouth a gasp of surprise escaping her lips. “You're sure it was her?” Now she had to force the waterworks. She quavered her chin and thought about the saddest thing she could, which wasn't much, but she was able to get some semblance of looking sad as the male detective spoke. “Are you alright Miss Thory?” “I think so,” Elizabeth said, her voice quavering with fake remorse. “I think I need to sit down, I feel like I'm going to be sick.” She moved past both detectives very quickly to hide her smile as she stalked down the hall into her living room to sit on the couch. “How? When? Where?” she asked them looking to them, the desperation in her voice. “We do not have all of the details yet but we are looking into it, so any information that you can give us would be greatly appreciated.” Elizabeth swallowed hard to keep from laughing but it appeared like she was swallowing a lump in her throat. “Well I really didn't know her well. She was my next door neighbor I didn't really think much of it. Am I in danger?” she asked them as they stood over her shaky looking body. “We don't think so but we do suggest that you lock your doors, don't let anyone unfamiliar in your home and see about being escorted by a friend to your door,” said Detective Batista. “Is her son alright?” “We don't know yet but we'll see about keeping you updated.” Great. More time to keep up with a stupid charade. “Do you have more questions for me?” The detectives looked to one another and shook their heads. “But it would be nice if you made yourself available in case we need to ask you more questions.” “Certainly,” Elizabeth said dropping her socks to the floor as she stood up to cross to the kitchen bar. She grabbed a piece of paper and a pen writing down her name and phone number. “That's my cell you can catch me there or leave a message. I have to be at work in a few hours and I don't always hear it over the music.” “Oh! Are you a dancer?” Detective Morgan asked. “No,” Elizabeth said with a shake of her head, “I'm an aerobics instructor.” The detective nodded her head and began toward the door. “Well thank you for your help Miss Thory we'll get a hold of you if we need anything else.” “You're welcome. Please call me Liz. I don't like Miss Thory.” “Alright Liz. Have a good day,” Detective Batista said with a tip of his hat before he began to walk away. Elizabeth disappeared behind her door closing it securely. This could potentially be bad for her. It shouldn't be, she didn't kill the woman next door but this put noses up her butt that she didn't want there and that made her uncomfortable. With a frown Elizabeth crossed the room to her socks and put them on her feet followed by her sneakers. She was officially in her work uniform. Now it was time for breakfast. She stood up and crossed the living room into the kitchen. At first the breakfast started out for just her but slowly it grew from her normal 2 eggs, 3 pieces of bacon and toast into a large omelet, two packages of bacon, a loaf of bread for toast and pancakes. She had done it intentionally, she wanted to make it seem like the quirky neighbor isn't really someone to look at. The only thing was that giving them the food would probably seem weirder then just disposing of it in her garbage disposal. Elizabeth made quick decision and decided to just leave it there until she got home. She looked at the clock and she was already 20 minutes late for her pre-aerobics run which meant that she was skipping that this morning and going straight to her walk to work. Elizabeth picked up her gym bag and her keys as she headed out of the front door, locking it behind her and throwing the keys into her bag she began toward the stairs to get to ground level. It appeared that it was going to prove more difficult to keep a frowning face then she originally deemed it. As she came closer to the stairs they brought the gurney with the black bag atop it. She wanted to look inside but she wasn't allowed, she'd never be allowed and if she was she be exposed to the world for what she was, a sadistic serial killer. She couldn't have that. Elizabeth's face went blank and lifeless as the gurney made it's way down the stairs and a man made his way up the stairs. He looked relatively normal outwardly and he held a case in his hand, looking to be making his way to the crime scene. “Excuse me,” she called to him putting her chin up. “Am I allowed to go down this way?” she asked, knowing very well that she wasn't since the yellow tape was guarding it off. The only problem was that the only other set of stairs to the ground level was on the other side of the tape as well. The man came back over toward her looking dreadfully confused as to why she was asking since it should have been obvious. “I'm sorry Miss? This is a crime scene,” the man said. Elizabeth quickly scanned for a badge but found nothing but an ID card. Dexter Morgan? Wasn't the woman she met earlier a Morgan as well? “I don't mean to be rude or anything but it's either these steps here or the ones over there,” she indicated to the steps further away from the crime scene's door but the only other set of stairs. “Um hold on a second,” he said about to turn from her. “Wait,” Elizabeth said and he turned to look at her. “What is it?” Elizabeth stared at him for a moment. “You look dreadfully familiar,” she said to him with a tilt of her head. “Have we met before?” “I don't think so and I'm pretty sure I'd remember a woman as pretty as you.” “If you say so,” Elizabeth responded not sure why she recognized him. “Um, I have to get into this crime scene before they fire me. Can I trust you not to touch the banisters on your way down?” Elizabeth gave him a nod as he lifted the tape for her. She bent to go under and turned to quickly descend the steps. Once she was at the bottom she turned to look up at the man. Dexter Morgan. Why did he look so familiar? Elizabeth didn't have time to figure it out right then, her morning already ruined byt the appearance of the detectives. The movement which seemed to have slowed, sped back up as she turned away from the man and started on her way to work.
  9. Elizabeth panted as she sat in the corner, her knees pulled up to her chest, her hands on her face as she began to calm down. She slowly brought her bloodied hands over her choppy brown hair as she took a deep breath and looked up to the ceiling. She felt so amazing right then. Her entire body tingling with the triumph of a fresh kill. It was like sex to the veteran serial killer. Elizabeth relaxed where she was for a while, leaning her head back and closing her tired eyes. She was exhausted. Her profession was extremely exhausting but the way she felt right then made it all worth it. Nothing compared to the sensation of torturing a fellow human being, listening to them suffer, before you took the mortality that wasn't yours to take. It was an exhilaration that nothing had ever rivaled for her. She doubted anything ever would either. After a few minutes had passed, her body began to relax, the adrenaline ebbing in her system, her body beginning to shut down from the long days of torture and lack of food. It was when her eyes closed for a few minutes that Elizabeth knew she needed to get up and move before she passed out from sleep deprivation. She didn't sleep well as it was, her mind always working when she hadn't experienced a kill in a while, and when she took someone in to murder she stayed awake for days enjoying the every waking moment that she can. Elizabeth quickly ran her hands over her disheveled hair to push it out of her face. The action was not worth the effort as the dried blood just forced it back into her face. With a groan of displeasure she pushed herself off of the floor to begin the process of cleaning up after herself. Each of her tools, even the unused ones, were placed into a bucket of bleach water. First check mark was done. Next was collecting the evidence that they could use against her when they found the body. She liked to believe they always found the body. She clipped his nails. Shaved every part of his body. Washed him down with bleach. Propped him against the wall while she cleaned up everything else. Elizabeth sat and scrubbed for hours. She started in a corner and scrubbed. She used a small brush and was careful to include everything. Not just the things she knew she had touched but the things she didn't know if she had touched them. The chipped paint cupboards. The sink. The floor, the walls. Everything was carefully scrubbed and rinsed with her yellow gloved hands. It had been hours but for all she knew it could have been days by the time she reached her corpse. He was so beautiful without one of his eyes. It was so sad that she couldn't leave him in his canvas state. The blood that had smeared his body earlier in that day made him look majestic to her. Now he was a blank canvas again and she couldn't repaint him. Elizabeth gave the man a halfhearted smile before she moved to lift him. He was so much heavier now that he was dead, even though he was ten pounds lighter then when she had tugged him down the stairs. Dragging him back up the stairs was a task in itself. Once it was done and he was in his shallow grave miles away from the place that she had just killed him in, she felt the relief that overcame her when she was almost done with her job. She quietly turned and lifted the shovel beginning to methodically cover the man with fresh dirt, the soft crunching sound soothing her tight muscles as she worked. Elizabeth returned to the home and continued to clean. There was always so much to clean after she did her job. The stairs were next. Then the hallways, the rooms. Everything had to be cleaned. No trace that she was ever there could be left. She couldn't be found because she was careless. When Elizabeth was done she walked outside to the hose. She took the scrub pad and bleach to her own body. She scrubbed until her skin began to burn. She still felt dirty, like she had forgotten something but she knew that was how she always felt after a good kill. She got dressed in her fresh replacement clothing after throwing the discarded remnants and trash into her trunk. Finally she was ready to go home. Elizabeth slid into her car and pulled away from the rickety abandoned home in the middle of nowhere, and began towards her home in Miami.
  10. So I've still been stressed. I think I find it hard to write about my life when I'm stressed. I think that stems from the fact that if I write about my stressful life, while I'm stressed about it, it just makes me MORE stressed. It's just not very fun to say the least. So any of my loyal followers that like to read my random rants, I apologize. With the stupid stepdad stuff and then the move I've just not been all ranty and ravey. Well that's not true, I HAVE been all ranty and ravey but I just haven't been motivated to talk about it. Tonight isn't bad but I don't really have much to rave about. That is unless you count my ankle! So! I've been moving the past week and up and down stairs, lift, back pain, exhaustion right? Well this is awesome! I'm sitting here walking down the stairs with a big drawer from the armoire and I seemed to forget how the stairs worked, or the step vanished like in HP because I went from having 3 steps left until the landing to sitting on the landing floor with a hurting ankle and tears streaming down my face THIS WAS THE SECOND FUCKING TIME THAT THIS HOUSE ATTACKED ME THIS WEEK! The first time I was sitting down at the computer after a long days work, relaxing on the floor when BAM! the bed frame to my bed came crashing down on my head! (Awesome I just rhymed a little) It cut my head open and I was crying then too. I swear I haven't cried that much since my husband told me that he wanted a divorce or the last time that I thought about my brother Davey. Sad days in the Morrigan house. Right now I'm hoping that my ankle will improve drastically by tomorrow. I really hate hobbling and I hate not being to help like I should. I'm a strong woman, or not a wimpy one, and so I should be lifting things not frowning and hobbling about when I can't seem to get something or it hurts because I can't walk right. The kids like the new house though. Fae was given her own Harry Potter-esque room under the stairs. It was mostly because she was complaining about it and Grandma is awesome so she gave her, her own room. Grandma-win on this one. She went to bed down there tonight and we'll see how it works out in the morning. Really I just need to get a job so I can get my own place but the economy in AZ SUCKS!!! Just thought I'd put that out there. Also, the neighbors here are very awesome! Great kid neighborhood and the parents seem very friendly. I didn't even feel like an outsider, like my kids will be set apart, no, they seem to be fitting right in which is especially awesome. So, on top of Madness fail I'm also wootfailing at my webcomic. I haven't updated for a few weeks there either. about the same amount that I've been missing posting here. I will be changing that shortly though! I intend to be doing a week of webcomics starting Monday so that you all know that I'm not dead and that I love you for reading my bizarre stuff. I hope that will make up for the weeks miss and keep you reading for the weeks to come. Website updates? I'm a domain name addict. I just bought two new domains that will probably sit dormant until I figure out what to do with them. I got Woothappens.com and RPersanonymous.com. I know what I'm going to do with RPers Anonymous, it's going to be an RP resource forum for both administrators and roleplayers. It will probably start off on something self-hosted but if it grows enough I think I will ask for donations to upgrade it to IPB. (IPB is by far the best forum software in the world) As for Woot Happens I think that I might make it into some sort of site that you can submit your Woot moments and link it to Wootflakes. We'll see. ^_^ I think that's it for now. Nighty Night everyone! Unpleasant dreams.... or whatever that Elvira lady used to say.
  11. Morrigan

    The Red Queen

    Okay. I am not going to apologize again. I haven't been posting. It's been hectic. I'm trying to get back into everything. To add insult to injury I didn't even post the last two weeks of webcomics. I will be getting that done soon. SO! LET ME GIVE YOU A FEW UPDATES! LAST NIGHT! I was in a fashion show as the queen of spades. Are you ready to see me all scary and stuff? READY! REALLY! ARE YOU READY! *is a little hyper* http://s7.photobucket.com/albums/y290/cese/Red%20Queen/ BE AFRAID! In some of those photos I think I look a bit like Hatchet Face from Cry Baby. Other then that I think I looked awesome. The Fashion show was fun. I mentioned the fact that I was 25 and I was told AGAIN that I didn't look 25. Confused and not sure what to think, as this was about the 5th time I've heard it in the past 2 weeks, I mentioned the fact that I wasn't sure if it was a good or bad thing. I was told I looked 18 or 19. I felt pretty good. That's 7 years shaved off of my age so I am feeling pretty nifty at the moment. My daughter and son walked the runway as well. Troy walked with me and he did really good and my daughter walked with her best friend Avery and they got a adorable laugh and they enjoyed every second of the not waiting portions of the night. They absolutely loved the dresses my mum made, I loved the dresses my mum made and I WILL be getting more pictures soon. The ones I posted above are from after the show that I took when I got home, unfortunately everyone else got undressed pretty quickly. After the show I came home, tweeted like a mad woman and passed out! During the show some guys thought I looked awesome in my costume! My mum did a great job! Also a few looked like Glambert (aka Adam Lambert) Sadly I had more glitter in my hair then they had on them which made me a little more Glambert then them but they were still good looking. One of them looked like the actor that played John Connor in the original T2 movie. Older of course, like he had grown up, but he was really hot. Guyliner FTW! I'm moving soon. It wasn't planned but it is necessary so things are still stressful here. No promises on constant updates but I will be updating when I can. I will especially update when I'm less stressed because I enjoy giving everyone a play by play on my day. It keeps my brain a little more lucid which is good for an addled brain like mine. I'm back to RPing. I'm on two sites, one of which I own and operate. I am enjoying it but I am going to try and continue to write outside of RP but again, that whole stress deal. I've been more stressed then normal because I contracted myself to do some work and I felt a little more pressured then I would have liked. It made my brain shut down from IPB coding. I know I'm not willing to sacrifice my mind for something that will hurt me and my kids in the long run and so I'm done with that. I might still do freelance but it will have to be on my own terms. No more coding on someone else's terms or time. It is my time and my brain, people will have to live with it that way. I think that is it for now. I will post more hopefully tomorrow! Goodnight everyone!
  12. Okay. So I've been a major Morrfail lately and I've not been posting in my blog. I'm pretty stressed out but I hope to get back into my groves this week. I don't think it helps that I've been going to sleep at like 9PM, I must be getting old really. The last week or so has been relatively regular except for a few things, like my stepdad serving my mum with divorce papers. Bad day in the house. So why am I Melodramatic Morrigan? Well last night, while watching Bones *Weird I know but keep reading* I realized something that made me very depressed. I am twenty five with two kids and no opportunities for romance anymore. I'm going to die by my worst fear, alone. I was just thinking about how impossible it is to hold a romantic relationship with two kids, it's hard enough without them. I can't even think of a reason why someone would be interested in me. So I was thinking about it and I'm 25, not very old, and my life is (proverbial) already over. I can't image a person that would want to be with me romantically while I have kids, especially kids that are as young as they are. I am a romantic at heart and sometimes watching romantic movies, shows, reading books and all that jazz really hurts. I want would adore having someone romantically interested in me, but I know that isn't possible for me anymore. I am not sure that I would be able to accept romantic interest without a lot of pushing from someone that is interested in me. I'm very lonely and I fear I will always be lonely because there may be no room for romance left in my life and even if it showed up I'm not sure I would accept it or recognize it. I want it but how could I accept it? Forever lonely, Morrigan
  13. Morrigan

    Bah Humbug

    You know, I'm not always the nicest person but I get really touchy when it's that time of the month or when someone steps on my toes too many times. One of the things that steps on my toes is when someone belligerently tries to force their opinion on me. Worse still? Is it was either their way or the highway. I know I wasn't nice about the way I approached them about this issue but they are a friend from college and I felt that our previous relationship was affecting the way he spoke to me on the forums so I laid it out harshly but directly and the end result was, "Sorry I won't come back" not the result I wanted I just wanted him to stop outright berate me about my staff decisions. if he had a problem with the way I administer, there are private channels and he should have used them before he started telling me how to run my forum in public. Moving on then. I didn't post yesterday. Sue me or something. I had a decent day. It wasn't too full of anything except for movies and stuff as per usual. Today wasn't much different. I was luckily not coerced into going to church. I lost some hard worked on code when my browser crashed. Weirdly I had saved quite a bit up until then but when my browser came back up all that was there was "content". It was disheartening. I'll work on it again in a few days. I'm going to try a computer break tomorrow. Play some Wii games or something with my brother, more Yoga, play 10 rounds of Candyland with my kids instead of two. I don't know. A lot. Talented Mr Ripley is awesome. I can't believe I never saw this movie before. It's like a Mr Brooks but different and this movie is older. I love both of these movies. I think Mr Brooks is still slightly better in my book. I'm going to end here because I'm in a bad mood so I hope you're having a good day. ^_^
  14. So yesterday I didn't post. No excuse really, I fell asleep after a nice bath to soak my bones and muscles. It was a long day and I didn't have the energy to do much after I put my kids to sleep. So, onto the days activities (or yesterdays). So I woke up and called my daughter's teacher explaining that I couldn't get her the vaccination and she said she'd call me back. She called me back and said that she'd work it out when I got to the class. We went to the class and there seemed to be no problems. Fantastic. Afterward it was a drive to the Zoo, waiting and then we got to go inside the zoo! Well a zoo, like any other zoo, has a lot of animals and involves a lot of walking. With a two year old and a four year old (the forgotten stroller at home) it was a long day of looking and making sure they didn't run away too far from me. Now this was probably one of the many times I've considered getting those child leashes. It was a lot of chasing and, sadly, yelling to make sure that my daughter didn't run too far off with her friend Nate. Now I'm 25, I'm not old, I just don't move very fast because I like to relax as I go. On top of that I was also carrying my son the entire time because he didn't want to walk very often. Up, down, stop go. It was a long day and probably would have been better had I remembered the stroller for my son. >_< We saw lots of animals. Giraffes I think was my daughter's favorite along with the bear and the elephants and the monkeys and the horses. I think my favorite part was either dancing on the endangered animal carousel between my kids OR! Petting the stingrays. They feel slimey but it's awesome and my daughter got to touch one. Unfortunately she dropped the shrimp so she didn't get to feed them. Yeah I'm weird but dancing on a carousel is hard because the centripetal force throws off your balance a little. Also I think I took on Best Dressed Mom yesterday. I wore my black and white sundress with black goth boots and messy bun hair (which got messier from the son on the shoulders). So it was a good day, long day and my kids had a ton of fun and I got to dance. All around win. It was even more win that my kids fell asleep almost the moment I started the car. It was cute and I'll post the blurry pictures on twitpic here in a bit.
  15. So i look through my spam, for this site for two reasons. the first to make sure that a valid comment isn't sitting in the recesses of comment hell. The second reason is because the damn things are so funny. "You have such a great forum. My name is blah blah blah" or even better, I think the best one I saw in a while, "I tend to agree with the posts on this blog, but in this case I ought to say that I do not agree with this." That one still makes me laugh after I've read it. That one is extra funny because it is an opinionated comment on a non-objective subject. The post was Not so interesting day which, for those that don't want to go back and read it, was an entry about how the story I am trying to take off the hands of my brother is going to be difficult for me. I mean really? How does that warrant a comment of: "I tend to agree with the posts on this blog, but in this case I ought to say that I do not agree with this." It's like it's saying. "I agree with your opinions but this not opinion is not agreeable." Or even better. "You're WRONG! This is going to be easy as cake for you, you stupid whore!" Spam and it's entertainment value. In other news! I have joined a few more forums and am trying to stay active on them but I also got a few members on my site and got quite a few posts done today. I hit over 100 posts on my own forum. I believe my threats of elephant genocide is working. Remember... Join Wootflakes or the Elephant gets it!! On the news of wootflakes! I have posted my fourth ever comic today! Yay for staying steady. Go check it out. Tell me what you think! On top of that I added a Wootflakes fan page! Become a fan of Wootflakes and it's kidney failing goodness! Do it or the baby elephants die. Don't kill any more baby elephants. What else got done today? Nothing. I watched Xena. Tried to to die with headachishness and children running around like mad. I did do my Yoga again today and actually should go to bed so I have time to go to do Yoga before I take my daughter to her socialization. I don't know if I should even bother but I guess a few minutes is better then no minutes with her friends right? I', still frustrated over the vaccination thing. I kind of wish I can feign refusal and that I didn't want her to get it and then she can go. Wishful thinking. We'll see. Well goodnight! Hope you're having a good day! ^_^
  16. Well today was productive in the fact that my daughter's teacher came and my daughter learned. I find my daughter might not be able to go to the zoo on Friday because she doesn't have a vaccine. Bullshit IMO. They are full of fail. She obviously missed a vaccination in the traveling even though I've thought she's always been up to date. Obviously my brain is broken because I like listened or something? But she didn't get her stupid Chicken Pox one and that will prevent her from going to the zoo on Friday. *fail* Worked a little on tomorrow's comic. I will work on it more vigorously tomorrow morning and hopefully have it posted by the afternoon. You will see it tomorrow. I have the elements all made and so it just requires the put together part. I wrote a bit of a fic before I wrote this. You'll see a password protected entry, that's because it's not done but I published that so a friend could read it for me. When I complete that part I will post and either make that post public or give you the password. Either way, for now it is private. Short post tonight. I'm tired. PS. 3.1 Beta went live on the IPB boards today!! PSS. Join Wootflakes or baby elephants will die!!
  17. It was all there. All familiar. All necessary. It was like a checklist in her mind as she went about the tasks of her job. As each thing was completed she was able to tick off the box and continue to the next. If something wasn't completed it messed with her balance, it made her irritable and it just became messy. She wasn't messy. She ticked off the box in her mind of preparation. The tools of her trade were neatly laid out on the table beside her, a shimmering display of silver on a mat black tray. Each glimmering item had a story, each one had a use but they weren't always used. Her job didn't always require the use of each of them even if she wished that it did. Another box in her mind ticked off as the man began to breath rapidly and wriggle in his confinements. She quietly hushed him like a mother would a screaming child, cooing softly and running her fingers over his half bald head. “Hush, it will all be over soon. Once I have what I need then you will be free to go. It's an easy trade. The faster you give it to me, the faster your able to leave,” she smiled, her white teeth shining down at him. She always thought that it gave a false sense of security. Made them think good things, making her job easier. What she didn't know was that her sweaty face and exposed part of her body, the smeared dark lines around her eyes, the scraggly hair around her face made her bared teeth made her appear more like an alligator. “What am I doing here? Let me go you stupid bitch! Let me out of here! Do you know who I am?” the man yelled at her angrily. She hummed quietly as she frowned. She checked off the initial anger in her mind. Even if she didn't like it she knew that it was necessary. Without it, or despair, then the entire thing didn't work. She just happened to prefer the despair over the anger. Gently she tapped the top of his head as she stood up straight and moved outside of the man's peripheral vision. He began to thrash more violently. “I already told you how I would let you go, are you ready to give me what I want?” she asked him calmly, the clinking metal of her tools causing the man to pause in his thrashing to attempt to discern what she was doing. She looked over her shoulder at him, his head pushing against the restraints in attempt to peer over at her, “Wha-what do you want?” he asked gulping hard. Probably his pride, he had asked her if she knew who he was. She did, it was one of her check marks. It was required before continuing through her course of actions. She smiled to herself as she lifted a needle and an object that looked similar to a melon baller. “What do I want?” she echoed after a few moments delay. She tinked the objects together before she turned to face the man again. “I think you'll be able to accommodate me without much effort,” she explained as she walked back over to the side of the table where he was strapped, the ominous click of her heels echoing in the otherwise empty room. She leaned over the man, the sweet, alligator-like, smile still on her face. “What I want from you is your voice and your life,” she explained to him as his trashing started again, more violent then before. “You're the one.... the one from the news! The Bay Harbor Butcher...” She tilted her head back and laughed. It wasn't a light laugh. No. It was more of the type of laugh that you hear out of a truly amused person, the deep guttural chuckle of someone truly entertained. Her laugh came to an abrupt halt as she slammed her hands on the table beside him, her earlier sweet smile turned into a true snarl of rage. “Don't insult me with your media trash. I'm ten times the serial killer then the Butcher was. I leave a legacy of death in my wake. You should feel honored to be a victim of mine,” she said the rage falling off of her face almost as quickly as it came. She pushed herself gently away from the table where the man lay, her head tilting from side to side as she mulled over a thought in her mind. “If you must know who I am then I will tell you. I'm Elizabeth. I'm not in the news, and intend to stay that way,” she explained as she lifted the tools in her hand to eye level. “Elizabeth what?” the man asked, his voice quavering with the fear and understanding he lacked moments ago. “Elizabeth will do,” she informed him noncommittally as she discreetly leaned over the table and lifted the slender needle up. “Now it's time for that voice that you promised me,” she said to him as the needle's point sank into the soft flesh of the eye. The screaming echoed in the small room as Elizabeth marked another box off in her mind. She set the other tool down, leaving the needle in the man's eye. She retrieved another item from the tray, the man's whimpering intensified as it heard the rattling around. Elizabeth grabbed a scalpel and with a deft movement it was sank deeply into the man's flesh. She pushed hard, wiggling the instrument to get a louder sound from the man.......
  18. Morrigan

    Almost Forgot

    I was getting tired and I almost completely spaced posting my blog for the day. So updates... Today was another day that I wasn't feeling up to doing anything much. I had a headache most of the day and do not look forward to tomorrow. When I neglect cleaning I have to power clean more. Tomorrow is a power clean day because Fae's Teacher will be here to teach her something new. I still need to clean my room from the things that I brought inside. It's all crowded again. I need to get the clothes up, make my bed and go through the stuff that I brought in, most of which is craft stuff. It's not hard but I've been working on Wootflakes mostly. As for stuff that I got done today? Nothing out of the ordinary. Working with kids, working on website and trying not to pound my head on my keyboard. I feel that I got my main Wootflakes layout completed and so I have began to work on a red version of this layout and will push that momentum into creating a lot of colorful renditions of the box for any color lover. ^_^ I hope I tickle your fancy with them. Hopefully tomorrow I can get the Previous/Next links started and working. I added a link to the Archive since I forgot to put it there. Tomorrow, remind me to post about the spam I get as it makes me lol. For now I'm going to sleep. Hope you're having a good day. PS. I changed Twitter updates to update once a week instead of once a day to cut down on the amount of twitter posts I have. ^_^
  19. Today I watched the Addams family. Not just any Addams Family but the old black and white show. I think I was watching the second half of the first season, if I remember correctly. It's filled with such awesome slapstick comedy. I remember watching this when I was younger, obviously not live because, well lets face it, I wasn't alive in 1965. I just remember watching re-runs of the show when I was younger. The Addams Family has always been a favorite show of my family's. We often compare our eccentric ways to that of the Addams family. What else for today? Well I discussed more with my brother about possibly writing his Feargrant/Tnargraef story down. I think, if I can get this in a manageable state to start writing, this will be an extreme challenge for me. Want a few reasons why? The main characters aren't generically plain - by that I mean they aren't human, not moderately normal or pretty in any way. The main characters are male - I'm a woman and I write best from a woman's aspect. One character is a little crazy - Okay, admittedly? I can write nuts very well but there are a few traits, like rhyming, that will be a little more difficult to deal with. The story is a little intricate but with big holes - I'm trying to figure out the story my brother has in place but trying to understand my brother some days is like trying to understand a circle. You know it goes round and round but you never know why. Understanding the structure while not understanding the entire why - There are reasons for a lot of stuff but some of it doesn't make a lick of sense. Trying to figure out if I'll have a bit of artistic leisure as I'll be the one writing it - I sort of prefer the "Here's the general story, here's the character, have fun" sort of way. We'll see how it goes. I'm still slowly working on that world of mine but both stories inspire me and I just had a fantastic idea for a Dexter Fic that I might write. I really need to finish my other one and finish reading a few things before I start a million new projects. Speaking of projects I already have Thursday's comic figured out. Hopefully I'll get to designing the panels come tomorrow but I think that I might do a few things before I sit at the computer. Namely Yoga. As for the Yoga thing? I'm a big Yoga failure. I had meant to start it up, do it every morning but Sunday threw me off. I gave into the mum begging thing and I went to church again (something I find to be very good too do handy projects like Komi-himo. I'm going to get back on it tomorrow and not forget on Sunday. I especially can't forget because my daughter liked doing it with me on Saturday and she tried to do it today without me (she snatched my book and started to pretend that she was learning, really cute actually). I need to do it for me as well. I want to lose weight and then there is my recent stress. OMG! My recent stress. I must be really stressed because I've had the worse stress break outs that I think I've ever had. It's driving me mad. I hope that the Yoga and stuff will help with it. I really miss my Wii Fit. A lot! Like a lot a lot. I want it back so I can feel better all over. If my brother gets a Wii I will get a new Wii Fit game and do it. What else? What else? Oh! I was able to properly stay up and listen/ watch Tarol again tonight. I really enjoy watching him draw Goblins. He is especially entertaining when people are stupid a few of the things he said tonight: Quote 1: "I make idiots look like bigger idiots." Quote 2: "I feel like I'm dissecting a frog.... made from jerk." It just tickled me and made my brother's lol. Last thing? My brother discovered Flying Vaginas in FF13. Hope you're having a good day. ^_^
  20. Morrigan

    Crashed

    Yesterday must have been exhausting because I put my kids to bed at about 7 and I crashed and went to bed with them. Why was I tired? I have absolutely no idea but I apologize now for missing my post last night and will update you now on the fabulous day of yesterday. Yesterday I wasted 3 more hours at church. The time wasn't completely wasted as I took my komi-himo (Japanese braiding) with me and that helped a lot with the boredom. I go to please my mother. She needs me right now in this time, after my stepdad filed for divorce. Small things help her feel good, so I oblige with little groaning. The day didn't really develop from there. There wasn't much to do. I know I need to do a little more cleaning about the house, hopefully that will get done today but I mildly doubt it because I really need to get motivated to do it. The laundry is almost done though. That's always a good thing, especially since about 2/3rds of it was mine from storage. <_< Well C'est La Vie. It will be done soon enough, hopefully before my mum completely spazz's out but probably won't be.
  21. Morrigan

    Profile win!

    Okay. So this isn't going to be a super long post. I don't have much to say really. Today I spent most of my computer time looking for a bit of code that had NOTHING to do with the problem that I was having with changing my profiles. Eventually it turned out that I just needed to add a bit of code to force the use of CSS and it worked like magic. Throughout my entire day I felt very unaccomplished because I couldn't find this. Luckily I found myself very focused and was able to complete all but the major cosmetic changes to the layout. At the moment I need to setup a new banner and a few other things to make it look like the back of the box. Other then that? Check out my profile and tell me what you think: http://bit.ly/anExYf I'm extremely tired and it is very late so I'm off to bed. Goodnight everyone! Hope you're having a good day.
  22. Okay! So first things first... the first thing on my brain. IPB SKINS! Okay! So I was in the bath, thinking and reading and doing that stuff that you do while you cook in water of your own roast beef filth and I had an epiphany. LETS MAKE IPB SKINS FOR PEOPLE TO DOWNLOAD!! Yeah! After that short psychotic episode I reconsidered that and how stupid it was. What was I thinking? Not much really. I was thinking about making people poke me via Comments, Twitter Follows/comments, and having people join my site. No! Not stupid but also not something I'm willing to do. I doubt I'd ever complete a theme. I haven't (technically) finished my Wootflakes theme. So what was I even thinking? Self promotion and themes. I probably COULD do it but I'd need more interest to even consider it. That out of the way? My day has consisted of cleaning! Well technically it started out being woken up EARLY by my brother who works the graveyard. He woke me to get me to make breakfast, which was terrible because I didn't make the pancakes right and the bacon was overcooked. After my family tortured themselves through breakfast I watched Zombieland! OMG! AWESOME MOVIE! I think it could have done with a little bit more of the theme park thing that it seemed to advertise but otherwise it was really awesome. I loved how they did the rules and they re-iterated them a lot throughout the movie. It was constantly inconspicuous but I loved the rules and the way they were implemented. <3 you Sparky! You are my Zombie Queen! Other then a movie and being woken up before a zombie this morning I cleaned a lot. I'm trying to help keep my mum unstressed in her time of divorce. I guess my stepdad filed for divorce a few days ago. Total fail for him because he's a total douche. I think that if douchebaggery came before him that he went back in time to create it. Stepdad=douche. Last thing for today? I would like to mention that I fell in love <333 <3333 <333 with Goblins the webcomic when my brothers finally berated me enough to go and read it. NO it's not bad I am just lazy. I've been reading the thing for a few months now and I still love it. Tarol the author is AWESOME!. I watched a live webcast tonight where he talks and draws. He answers questions and all that jazz. He's really awesome. What else is there to say? He is an artist that I aspire to be like but will never attain because I don't draw *well* and I am not so entertaining? So what is my form of recourse? Well I will sit around, brood about it. Think that I suck a lot more. Continue writing my stupid webcomic and pretend that I am just as awesome. It's about the same thing. The difference? I'm not as awesome. Small price to pay for blissful ignorance. ^_^ Not much else to say. Don't forget to go look at the new Wootflakes comic and have a good day!
  23. So I've been having this problem the last few days where I have been ready for bed WAY earlier then normal. Oftentimes I am able to stay up until 1-4 in the morning and still be up early with my kids *around 7-10*. Lets be honest, it may not be good for me but it sure is fun!! So the past few nights I've been ready to sleep before 10PM even hits. Now I'm not young anymore but I'm not THAT old. I should still be able to stay up past a certain time and be able to function properly. I think it just sucks because I'm sure I know WHY I feel so tired this early but I have nothing to really fill the time to make me want to stay up. (Join Wootflakes or a baby elephant will die) Onto another topic... Final Fantasy 13. You haven't heard enough about it? Well AWESOME!!! I don't have much to say. It's pretty, like each Final Fantasy game in seasons passed have been, it's got things that you summon (which appear to each be some sort of riding thing) and it has a Bob Marley guy named Sazh that has the goofiest little profile portrait in the world. Seriously look: [caption id=attachment_225" align="alignleft" width="599" caption="Bob Marley for Final Fantasy][/caption] Do you see what I mean? This guy has the funniest little portrait picture in the world. The Cheesy grin, the little thumbs up. I seriously can't help but laugh every time I see the bloody thing. Then as I laugh my brother CJ, who plays the game, laughs. It just entertains me. On the brighter side? I think that little Chocobo that he carries around with him makes him completely full of win. That and the fact that he shoots guns all wicked behind his back and above his head. That's all the spoilers that you get because really? That's all I've watched. <_< What else to update on? OH! My brother finished playing God of War and I was asleep for it. Sad days but I will watch it eventually. I love the game enough to play it myself if I had the time, which I will make for myself in the future when things are more settled down in my life then it is right now. Other things? Oh yes! I had meant to talk about this yesterday but I didn't have the mind about me to remember to talk about it. So here goes: So I have Twitter. Fantastic crowd follower right? Well anyways. I get email updates when people follow me. Why? Because I like to check out who is following me so if they interest me or are a friend I can follow them back. All stuff you know about Twitter you say? Well how about this? I HATE PEOPLE THAT FOLLOW YOU TO UNFOLLOW YOU! Good god! I sit here and I get these random people, random company type people and I get emails that say that they are following me. I go to check them out and they either just randomly followed me or they had already unfollowed me by the time I went to look them up. Worse still? It's not like I hide my updates so it's not like you need to follow me in order to see my posts. Continuing on the Twitter follow tangent though, I've figured out why people (or assumed rather) do it. It's because they want more followers and they assume if they mass follow then people will come check them out and then they'd get more followers. Or something like that. Pretty much it has to do with marketing their Twitter accounts in annoying ways. Stupid heads! Alright! What else is there to talk about today? OH YEAH! NEW WOOTFLAKES WEBCOMIC!!!! For shame on me. I haven't been updating you guys on my writing and my world. Well I've not done much with it lately. Mostly because I've been focused on other tasks. Namely keeping other things in order and putting together my website. I am working on getting a few things done this week and hopefully this weekend I will be able to pick it back up again. I still have to figure out next weeks webcomic!! YAY! I cleaned my stuff up in the garage so the Garage is clean, I was dirty until I took a shower, and cars can be parked in it. Now I just have to do all of the laundry that was brought in from the bags out there, clean up my room from the stuff that was brought inside, and make a secret device that automatically cleans everything as my kids make a mess. Last thing for the night. I intend to start rollerskating for exercise, that or Yoga. I think Yoga might be more my thing but I'm going to start one of them here shortly. I really wish that I could just do more Wii Fit. I found it extremely relaxing to do. Well if I get a Yoga thing maybe I can just turn the sound off and follow the destructions without much of a problem. Once I get the technique down I'm sure that I could just turn on some relaxing ocean sounds and make up my own routine. I might also combine the yoga and the skating, the skating more for cardio. You know? Now that I'm on the subject I want to complain about Cardio. I HATE working up a sweat I hate when my heart feels like it's going to beat out of my chest and my lungs are going to explode. I know that's partially from lack of exercise but I really HATE it. It is the worst form of staying in shape because I just hate doing it. I hate feeling icky just to be more healthy. That's probably why I like Yoga more then other forms of fitness but skating might be an okay alternative. As long as I do it either early in the morning or after my kids go to bed in the evening. I live in AZ, I'm going to be realistic here, going outside when it's hot SUCKS royally. So going out at cooler times when it's summer (it will be around 90-110 no matter what) is a good plan. Okay. I think that's it for me tonight. Goodnight everyone! I hope you're having a good day. ^_^
  24. Okay, so I didn't post a blog last night. My apologies. I'm sort of addicted to watching people play this trilogy of games, God of War. I watched my ex play through one and two and my brother got three a few days ago and last night I was watching him play until four in the morning.... well sort of. I fell asleep about 3 or four times in the process of watching him play but I was doing that last night instead of producing a fantastic blog for everyone to read. Why? Because I could and because I wanted to watch the epicness that is God of War. On top of that I was really a little (lot) disappointed with Alice in Wonderland. Yeah! I'm a big Alice in Wonderland fan and I went to finally see Alice in Wonderland yesterday, as excited to see it as I've ever been, and I left feeling empty inside. It was like the movie was the perfect soup, it had all of the right ingredients but something was still off about it. I mean I think that making Alice in Wonderland dark and all that is a fantastic idea. I loved the cast, the director but not the movie. I think this movie was by far my biggest let down of a movie that I had ever seen. I don't see many movies in theaters and I feel like I sort of wasted my time with watching this one instead of waiting until it came out on DVD. I probably should have just waited for Prince of Persia. Sadly? I think the credits were my favorite part. <_< I think that's it for my yesterday updates. Today! I went to the Arboretum with my mum and kids and my mum's friend Hilary and her kids. It was the first time I have been and it was enjoyable. It was like a nice long nature walk. Fun. I'm pretty sore from the adventure mostly because I don't exercise a lot but I am thinking about taking up Yoga. I find that the Wii Fit *when I could find the silly thing* made me really happy with the Yoga stuff. I think I'll be buying myself a new Wii and a new Wii fit since I have to send mine to my ex. I just need something calming that I think I need to start and end the day out with. Nothing too intense because it exhausts me and I prefer to relax and be more aware. I'm putting together my newest webcomic. Another one that I will probably be the only one that understands the joke but if you want to understand it then please feel free to ask me, I'm always glad to fill you in on my bizarre bit of humor. Okay, I'd probably talk and prattle on more but my brother is playing God of War and I have a comic to post tomorrow! Hope you're having a good day! ^_^
  25. Not much done today. I watched a lot of Dr Who. I cried to a lot of Dr Who. I didn't realize that I hadn't watched season for of Dr Who but I have now and cried another river and will probably cry more. I think Dr Who is one of the most depressing awesome Sci-Fi shows ever. None of it negates the depressing though. I sort of want to write a Dr Who Fanfic about my travelling with the Doctor. I want to be the Doctors love. I love him and he makes me so depressed but I love him anyways. I'm watching the movie after season 4 and then I'm going to go web surfing for the Season 5 which will probably just depress me further because David Tennant isn't in it. T_T I am all for Doctor Rose stuff. Of course Doctor Donna isn't too bad either! ^_^ What else for today? Well nothing really. Kids, Dr Who.... WELL! There was this one thing with this guy on the IPB forums but he's starting to get on my nerves. I'm about ready to utilize the Ignore system for the second time ever and it will be the second time in less then a month. Why do I have to be so nice to people? I mean I'm not here. If anything I'm downright rude most of the time because I'm just mean and it shows but I try not to be. I mean I'm a moody bitch but I'm not really all that cruel but sometimes I want to be. Blunt. That's the word, blunt or brash. I'm just rarely able to turn that filter on but I am nice enough, when I'm not annoyed. Whatever I guess. C'est La Vie as I always say. I will see what tomorrow brings me for a day. Depending on how it goes depends on if I utilize the ignore function. Hope you're having a smashing day!!
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