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DRACULAWelp, I listened to Dracula the other day while I was doing the dishes and
HOLY WOW. I really loved that.
Tom Hiddleston was Jonathan Harker and his voice is so beautiful I just can't. I wish my voice was like that when I speak. I mean, it's like syrup. But a little huskier. Like... coffee. Except smoother, but not watered down like tea. It's warm, so it can't be a milkshake. Maybe... an Italian steamer! Wait... no... cos it's a little thicker than that....
TAHM WHAT IS YOUR VOICE
But anyway, it was seriously great. I was home with just my brother listening to it as I did the dishes and I started making some super inhuman noises cos it was really intense. I really got into it. I like that it was just a radio broadcast cos it left the rest to your imagination. I like things better that way... sometimes.
You seriously should check it out though, it's easy to listen to, for example, while you watch the Olympics... or while you do the dishes... or while you do pretty much anything. It
I'M SO SORRYBUT I FORGOT WHAT DREAM I WAS SUPPOSED TO HAVE TYPED UP AND I'M TRYING TO REMEMBER CURRENTLY SO I CAN TYPE IT UP AND SHOW IT TO YOU GUYS COS IT WAS SUPERMEGAFOXYAWESOMEHOT (is that how it goes?) AND SO INSTEAD I WILL GIVE YOU THE DREAM I HAD LAST NIGHT THAT WAS A LITTLE STRANGE AND SHORT AND COOL.
I woke up rather disheveled. My eyes had trouble adjusting to the light and I wasn't sure why it was so light outside; didn't I have school today?
I looked around and remembered almost instantly: Oh yes. It's the weekend.
I breathed a sigh to get my brain going and got out of bed, wearing the stupid pajamas I always wore and didn't dare wear in public. No one would be allowed to see me today. One look in the mirror at the pimples that had decided they would visit me along with my period told me that I wasn't going anywhere today. My short hair hung like a shag carpet around my head and I looked away from the mirror. I was way too ugly today to even be looking at myself.
I went into the living
LatreuophobiaI wash off sick-sweet orange lipstick in front of a mirror as dusty as gothic romances. It tastes like oblivion, that is to say, like nothing my tongue can detect.
The door opens with a creak no private restroom could emulate. Some chick with blue bobbed hair and smeared eyeliner. I looked like that once. Ten years ago.
Getting the beer out of my hair is harder. Some men just can't take it when I'd rather they not kiss my feet or call me an angel or-
“Dayum girl, you look like a goddess.”
I gulp, taste of acid.
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