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modaya:: 7/31/2000 I'm bored and you're going to pay the price.
Shopping? Well they didn't buy much of interest. Just some new CDs of euro-pop that I can do without. I think I'll order some Perry Como CDs or Jim Nabours that my aunt used to listen to and play them when I get 'equal time' on the stereo in the living room. And save Black Tape for a Blue Girl for my own. The thirst is upon me, and I must roam tomorrow night. You won't see me until it is satisfied. And if it isn't, then it is good bye SS. For tonight, I'll just have to deal with AQUA and Enrico whateverhisname is. modaya:: 7/29/2000 Boring. Nothing happening around here tonight. I got up, and all the living had gone shopping this afternoon, and not returned. I hope they bought me something. I just started reading "In Search of Dracula" by some pompous types. They may be historians, but they write like a bunch of kids saying "look at me!" I think I'll take a bath... or have a drink. Ok. I'm dead. I'm here. And I'm not going away. I must say that I'm serverly depressed. Nothing is going right. First I find out that most vampire literature sucks the big one. And secondly the non-fiction is worse! Thirdly, I spent a pile of money on these stupid books. I'm going to read them all, but I'm not going to like it. Rule #1. If it is not a penguin classic. Don't read it. modaya:: 7/28/2000 Bloody clock is busted. I swear. Hmmm... perhaps if I play with time, I can stay up longer? modaya:: 7/25/2000 Back to Emily Strange. Yes. I admit it. It was a date. Sort of. Well. He was cute, and it had been such a long time... a life time perhaps? ...since I was asked out. His name is David (No, I'm not telling you his real name... or am I?). We were chatting in the square near the train station 2 nights back. It had been so long since I talked to an American. Especially someone from the midwest. I just liked to listen to him speak. So? I let him take me out last night. It was sweet. I had to pay, as he's doing Europe 'on the cheap' so I bought him dinner. modaya:: 7/24/2000 Sarah is gone. modaya:: 7/21/2000
Blog! blog Blog Blog! BLOG! Oh, www.emilystrange.com is the Coolest. More later. Fine. Rule #2. Do not go out driving at 2am without a FULL TANK OF GAS! modaya:: 7/20/2000 Well. I sank of bleach. I lounged in the pool. I watched a stupid soap. I'm not telling you which. modaya:: 7/19/2000 Yabba Dabba Doo... testing the new Blogger buttonbar thingy. It Rocks. Ok. Life is back to what around here settles for normalcy. But I lost a game of chess with he who does not want to be mentioned in my blogger. So he gets the night off, while I'm cleaning the bathroom. So much for the idea that the afterlife wins you an automatic bypass when it comes to domestic chores. What about all this drink and party all night in castles, sleep all day vampiric disney land existence I'm reading about. Sure, I get a comfy bed, and my 'coffin' is a nice big buried half culvert painted robin's egg blue. Beats sleeping in a dirt filled box. But still. Scraping. Scrubbing. I feel like I'm married to the place! modaya:: 7/18/2000 Gaaaaaaa again. It just gets worse. That bitch Esme shut off the power to my room to get me to come out lasat night, and the hard drive crashed and I lost all my settings. We just got the thing set up again. I nearly missed making a post. She apologied a lot, because I just sat there and cried and cried. And didn't do anything nasty back at her. Never think of non-action as a strategy these days. It seems like something out of the distant past. modaya:: 7/17/2000 Ok, so I made it home before the sun got up and fried me into a garden gnome. Just. It will weigh heavily on Esme's soul if she has to explain to god, hers or mine, how she fried poor little sarah into fertilizer just because she's too drunk to drive, and too thick to hand over the keys to sarah sober. Serves her right if I dumped her head first into the back seat and made a straight jacket for her out of the seat belts. But I think I'm going to get it for stuffing my shawl into her mouth to keep her quiet. I have heard her pounding on my door, but I'm dealing with the stack of books in here I ordered off ScAmazon.com. So she can wait. Almost everything I could find on Vampires that I would care to read. I finally bought the bullet and figured that if I can't beath the literary bloodsuckers, I might as well figure them out more than I have already. I'm going to start at the beginning... got the... Na, I'll start making up a list and let you know as I go... I just got email from Esme from the other side of the door threatening to pee on my car if I don't come out now, and that they've boobietraped the window, so I'd better just take it like a woman. modaya:: 7/16/2000 You just can't believe how nice is it to be someone else sometimes. I spent the evening in a couple of cafes. We first started off at the Blue Boy (a queer club, yes, esme dragged me there) and then through a pile of cafes here and there. Anglophone central, I can tell you. But fun to be taken for a tourist for a change. Beats being a night demon ALL the time. Ended up at Cyber Cafe La Douche, where i'm writing this now... but it is all closed up, and they're waiting for me to leave. But Esme is not a woman to be messed with. They're scared of her. And she knows not to mess with me, so I don't ever have to pull rank in public... and if I'm going to start LOOKing dangerous, I need 4 more inches and 50 more pounds. modaya:: 7/15/2000 Ok. you brain sucking aliens!!! If you're not going to get with the program, there's nothing much I can do about it. Unless I'm going to take a transatlantic, and visit you personally. Anyway, it is a cool and calm night on the old riviera. Relatively speaking. Cooler than it has been in a long time. Nice clear night. I can almost see the milky way if I hide in the bushes, as I was earlier, behind the house and look to the north. basted in bloodSome sick little puppy knows my heart. I missed this. Probably studying? Anyway, check out Basted In Blood, by her AntiChristness herself Sarah McLachlan http://www.videoseeker.com/television/season/season_1997.html getting thirsty modaya:: 7/14/2000 Yo Blogger. That is only 4. We have 6 more to go! Get with the program!Why does Buffy Sux? and I'm not writing anything else about my wonderful life until you tell me!!! Email me: SarahSmiles :: by Sarah Smiles :: no 468350 :: 0 comments modaya:: 7/13/2000 Beach slumming, we're beach slumming.
modaya:: 7/12/2000 I cried today... first time in a long time. Esme bought me a cd when we were in lyon. The thought I'd like it. I loved it until the last song... Wendy. God it killed me, or would have it was not too late. It was Concrete Blond "still in hollywood". I cried, I listened to her sing over and over again... "Tomorrow Wendy's Going to Die." All I could think of was J. last fall, dying with aids. Nothing we could do about it. And everything we did just made it worse. Listening to Johnette sing this with just a guitar, brought the whole sense of helplessness back to me. but this made me laugh... before I left I wanted to see a picture of her... so I tried http://www.concreteblonde.com it was not wahat I expected. But I feel better. modaya:: 7/10/2000 You don't want to know. Trust me, you just don't.
More later. Sarah is back and pissed!The netscape people deserve to die. It is normal, even for me, to want to resize a window so you can continue typing into it. But NOOOO! The idiots have to erase all the content that you have typed, without warning. How about:Hello Sarah, you are resizing your screen. Everything you have typed over the past 2000 years will now be reduced. Are you sure you would like that? Now that would be sane.You just missed Sarah's top 10 reasons why buffy sucks. But I'm not going to do it now... a pox on Netscape and a small recoverable plague on Blogger. :: by Sarah Smiles :: no 450248 :: 0 comments modaya:: 7/6/2000 Yip, yip, yipeeeeee!
If I can find a cybercafe or something, I'll blog.on! modaya:: 7/5/2000 I'm getting thirsty!!!
And, love of my (web)life that she is, Emma is the wonderful host of my domain, that which you are reading from at this moment... sarahsmiles.com. modaya:: 7/4/2000 Well, laundry is done, and la cave (my womb of my own) is swept and clean. Oh, I almost forgot... Happy 4th of July!!!!!. As a bonus, I promise to not hastle any American tourists tonight, unless they have Canadian flags on their packs. I am getting a bit hungry though. Perhaps tomorrow ;-) Hmmm... thirsty? modaya:: 7/3/2000 Good even folks. The sun is down, and I'm up. No feeding tonight. I need to keep my girlish (goulish?) figure. When there's no food, and no fashion. They is always laundry ;-( bawwwwwww! SS Alright. I have the colours set. I have my "I Love Lucy" icon on the left. And I burn incense to her every night. I prefer bark from plane trees and lavender. I don't know what she likes. But since she's feeling, and looking, somewhat blue. I think I'll try to find out. It is July, and Nice is full of Americans. I almost feel like I'm at home. I spent the evening just watching them from the roof tops. Who knows what they would say if they tried to talk to me. But they won't see me. Not yet!!! modaya:: 7/2/2000 Oh, my god! Oh, my god! Kiss my furry dead butt! |
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