Wooh!
I killed myself today by writing about 10k throughout the whole day, which is a lot by my usual standards.
Sooo.
IT'S PARTY TIME!!!
-dances-

Alright, as a reward for endless hours of attempting not to procrastinate (Holy Hell, And Adorable Kitty Eating With Chopsticks! Want!), for writing down (no matter how painful and blush inducing) my apparently very naughty story-ish things, and for the pain my neck and back is in from sitting and typing away at my laptop for however long I have been doing it.
All I want is one full night of dreaming of this:


Please!
-begs pathetically-
I swear I had a dream about him last night. But I would like to make a request that I actually see him in my dreams. Instead of just gripping his pant leg for dear life because I'm scared shitless that some unknown monster is going to eat me.
Seriously. I last dream I actually remember seeing him and interacting with him in was the one that he was a vampire. And my goodness that was a lovely dream.
But that's besides the point! It's four thirty in the morning here and I am really tired and I just want to have a whole night... er. Day to dream about him.
Please.

/ends pathetic-ness

Anyway.
I hand out sprinkly rainbow cupcakes to all who read this, since if you have read it this far without bashing your heads on your keyboards you deserve some treat.
^.^

Now, if you all will excuse me. I am going to see how long it takes before my inner grammar whore/editor wakes up and bashes me over the head with something heavy.

-clears throat-
...
My hair is now blue.
^.^
...
That is all.
-bounces off to stare in one of her various mirrors and admire her hair-

Hello again dreams!
Oh, you want me to think the majority of my siblings and myself froze to death in a parked SUV? Okay. Oh! But we're not actually dead. We're just sleeping, umm, covered in ice and all a bluish color. Okaaay. Wait. Why is my 6th grade crush with us. AND WHY THE HELL IS HE GETTING THEM OUT OF THE CAR WITHOUT COATS ON! IT'S FREEZING!
-goes off to beat the shit out of sixth grade crush-
Umm. Where in the world did that house come from? And why is it in the middle of my grade school's soccer field? And why the hell did I get the brilliant idea of jumping onto the roof from the ground? Umm. What's with the abnormally large pack of guys running out and surrounding said house I was on. Oh, I'm going to turn into an alter ego of myself ala Femme Fatale complete with red lipstick and drooling guys following me everywhere. Umm. I'm totally confused. Why the hell did I just eat my lipstick? Let me get this straight. No Lipstick=Normal Me. While Lipstick On= Flirty Seductress Me?

These are my thoughts that go through my head as I dream and upon waking. I normaly try to find out what my dreams mean, but I have no freakin' clue as to what that mess means. Not to mention that I know nothing as to how to be a flirty seductress.
-sigh-
I'm going to go write now.