This entry? Probably not for you. Don't say I didn't warn you.
2003-03-25 11:43 a.m.
So, yeah. I'm currently in the process of reading through ALL my archives. I'd tell you why, but it's a secret. Eventually, I'll finish, and then it will still be about two weeks after that before you get to find out why the hell I was doing it. I enjoy setting ridiculous tasks for myself.LARP was last weekend. Ellen didn't die, and probably won't die any time soon, because her sire invited her to run away and hide in London. I am aware how totally weaselly this is. What I'm trying to figure out is whether Ellen will ever figure this out, or if she'll care. Grr. Stupid self absorbed Toreador. Doesn't help matters that she's completely sane, either. (Me, making the char: OK, I think I've got this now, right? D: Yeah, that's good so far, and what you can do now is look at derangements, and then you'll get even more freebie points to use for something else, and-- Me:Aaah! NO! No more points! No more thinking! What do I have to do to be DONE, right now?? D: Uh, well, then, if that's really what you want, then I guess you're done.) See, the sane thing to do is to get the hell out of Dodge. Eddie even offered Ellen a private place to work on her art. It makes perfect sense. The only thing stopping her is me, somewhere in the back of Ellen's head screaming at her, "NO you fool! You have friends here, and even a court position! And now there are even a few other Toreador in town! (Technically, you maybe don't know it yet, but trust me on this one) You can't leave NOW! Besides, I have far too much XP invested in you for you to just wander off without even the decency to die first. Hey, where are you going? Come back here when I'm talking to you!" I'm pretty sure she's ignoring me, though. Stupid alter egos. There's just no reasoning with them. I'm thinking that since Ellen took the (yes, perfectly reasonable) coward's way out of this, the least twinklike thing that can happen now is for her to stay gone for a while. There will be no random appearances, then random flights back to London an hour later. That should be enough time to completely alienate all the friends Ellen's made. Grr. You suck, Ellen. That's all I'm sayin. (Wow. So, by my calculations, I've just confused roughly 3/4 of my regular readers. I should talk about something only the Taus will get now, just to balance things out) (Nope. Can't think of anything. Maybe next time.)
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