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You Are a Vampire
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You are charming, sensual, and even a bit manipulative.
You can't help but get people to do what you want.
You have sharp senses and a strong predatory instinct.
You go after what you want, without mercy.
While you have the heart of a killer, many people are drawn to you.
You are elegant, timeless, and mysterious. You are the ultimate fantasy object.
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| Okay, here's the latest. People who know and love me are aware that I was in a pretty serious car accident 1 February. The driver of the other car (see subject line) ran a red light and slammed into me, giving me 5 pelvic fractures and putting me in the hospital for 2 weeks. Today my dad and baby sister went to a pre-hearing conference about the accident and that STUPID WHORE didn't enter a plea because she didn't think she had done anything wrong. WTF?? She ran a red light. We think she may have been talking on her cell phone at the time. She even told me (whilst I was trapped in my car) that she didn't even see me. I wish I could smack the crap out of her. | | |
| I'm at American Eagle with my sister (she's 10 years younger than me) and I've parked my wheelchair so I can just sit while she shops here, and one of the guys working here asked me if I'd like him to push my chair around so I could "shop with my daughter." My DAUGHTER?!? There's no way I look old enough to have an 18 year old daughter! | | |
| Once upon a time (9 years ago), in a land far away (BYU-Hawaii), there lived a beautiful, but VERY near-sighted, princess named Whitney (okay, it was me). At BYU-Hawaii, our princess lived in an all women kingdom (Hale 2), in her own small castle (dorm room) which was about 6 steps away from a magical waterfall (the bathroom-toilets, sinks, and showers). The castle door had a knob which was the sort that, even when locked, could still be turned from the inside. When Princess Whitney wanted to wash, she was in the habit of stripping down in her castle, setting her eyeglasses on her desk, and wrapping up in a towel, then she would grab her basket of toiletries, unlock her castle door, and go (partially) blindly to the waterfall. She'd just dress herself once she was again in her castle.
One day, the princess forgot a vital bit of her routine-- a mishap she didn't realize until after she had washed.
There she stood at her castle door, freshly washed, wrapped in a big towel (purple, the color of royalty), her dark, curly hair dripping wet, her basket of toiletries in hand, and her eyes squinting (partially) blindly at the castle doorknob, which was outrightly refusing to turn. Crap. Her key was locked inside the castle, with her clothes. Crap. So our princess (partially) blindly walked toward the gatekeepers of the kingdom to get a spare key, but would have to pass a common room in which men from surrounding kingdoms were visiting. Poor Princess Whitney was just too shyly modest to be wearing only a towel and then walk past a bunch of men. Instead, she walked back toward her castle, and started knocking on her neighbors' doors. It wasn't until the third door that she found a friend home, and dressed, who would go to the gatekeeper to get a spare key. And the princess was able to get back into her castle. She got dressed and put on her glasses and took the key back to the gatekeepers. She went back to her castle, only to find it locked with her key inside. Again. At least she was dressed and glassesed this time when she went to get the spare key! | | |
| So, I was in a car accident yesterday and, long story short, I had to have some C.T. scans done. There was a guy (maybe a nurse?) there helping to scoot me onto the machine's table, and he accidentally touched my hiney during the process. He was a funny, joke-y around kind of guy, and he said, "I'm sorry for feeling your butt." To which I replied, "Oh that's okay, it's the most action I've had in a long time." D'oh! I can't believe I really said that out loud! Then he said, "What? A pretty girl like you?" I can only assume he was being friendly, because even though I was looking dang good when I left the house, I'd been through the wringer by the time he saw me (I didn't see myself in a mirror, but I can guess that my eye make-up was all over my face by then, and not exclusively on my eyes, where it belonged). | | |
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