Who's up for a staking?

I have been thinking. While Dominick can be charming and make you feel like he is harmless, that all he wants is to help, I have decided that I would like to help him. Yes. That is what I would like to do. Help him with a nice stake. A stake through the heart. I can even make it a flavored stake, put a little arsenic on it. *grin* yeah, yeah. I know. I am supposed to be trying to get along with him, but he is so aggravating. Especially now that he thinks I actually have feelings for him. Gods, as if! I am shuddering at the mere thought of that. That is…ewww.

Yes. A stake.

Wait. No. there are other tortures that would be much more fun. But, well, no. I can't do them. Not if I want to hurt Missy as little as possible. It will hurt her with just the stake.

Oh, right. Like I will really follow through with staking his sorry ass? I want to keep Missy's friendship, not throw it away over killing the man--and I use the term loosely--she loves. I am not stupid. Jealous, I freely admit, but not stupid, or at least, not that stupid *sigh*

~Rita

On Hold…

Just a quick note that the blog is on hold until after the first of the year…with the holidays and my health, things have spiraled a little and time has passed too fast. So, a little break and we will return again after the first of the year. I wish all of you many happy wishes during the holidays.

Cherry

I had to quit my job

It is no loss. Being a waitress sucked anyway…but now I don't know what to do. I haven't told the Craven's yet…Missy is going to Freak. I don't know what I'm gonna do about my house either. I guess soon it might be a moot point anyway, but still…All of these late nights with Missy and Dominick were taking their toll on my job and since my boss wasn't willing to work with me…I quit. It didn't matter to him that I was a good employee, and that I had worked there a long time. I doesn't matter that I'm pretty and a lot of the customers come there because of me…oh no. he just wants to make sure he got his pound of flesh every day. The bastard didn't even care that I often worked overtime to make up for the days I missed or if I was late. He was more concerned that I couldn't give a good reason for my lateness or absences…which, I guess can be expected…but I can't very well tell him that I am off keeping my vampire friends company so they don't get bored and go nomming on innocent people, now can I? so, he is a rat bastard. Typical male. He and Dominick would fit well together.

~Rita