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I am going to have a big grown-up party.
Buy me presents.
| You Are a Bright Star Soul |
 Like a shining star, you have no trouble being the center of attention In fact, you often feel a bit hurt when all eyes aren't on you You need to be number one in everything, no matter how trivial And it's this ego that both hurts your confidence and helps you acheive You're dramatic and a powerhouse of pure energy You posess a divine quality or uniqueness that's hard to define A natural performer, it's likely you'll become famous in some circles. Just learn not to take everyone's reaction to you so personally! Souls you are most compatible with: Newborn Soul and Prophet Soul |
Isn't that completely tragic?
On the twelfth day of Christmas, 
angelthree sent to me...
angelthree sent to me...Twelve swordsticks drumming
Eleven trenchcoats flying
Ten costumes a-grinning
Nine airplanes eating
Eight knives a-boozing
Seven serpents a-kissing
Six geminis a-biting
Five ho-o-o-ollywood blockbusters
Four sexy vampires
Three generation jones
Two juicy secrets
...and a fire in an archetypal monopoly.
The long cut of the coat is reminiscent of 18th and 19th century fashion. It's supposed to conjure up a dashing, romantic sort of look. All of my clothes are custom made exclusively for me, so it falls to just the right place on the lower thigh. No, you can't get this fabric outside of Vanity Fair, though it does bear some resemblance to gabardine. Yes, the matching trousers and vest are also black. Apparently I wear black on the outside because black looks fucking good on me. I've got on a black satin shirt under the vest, along with a black satin tie. The cufflinks are wolf fang and love metal. My hair is dark brown at the moment and pulled back into a low ponytail that begins at the nape of my neck. The rings on my fingers can crush through platinum and hearts of all kinds. The gloss on my shoes could kill you. The cologne I'm wearing is rare and French and a sort of purplish-red in color when it's in the bottle. It comes in very large bottles, by the way.
As for my sunglasses...I can't see anything through them I don't want to see. And you only see in them what I let you see.
Tell me, tell me, tell me.
| You Are 92% Sociopath |
 You're so manipulative, you could make Hannibal Lector your bitch. You feel superhuman - and you certainly lack human empathy. |
- Mood:
okay - Music:Apoptygma Berzerk - "Non-Stop Violence"
...Thanks, I needed that!
- Mood:
amused - Music:Human League - "Love Action"
Don't be shy. The love's been good so far. I have faith in all of you.
- Mood:
hungover - Music:Pet Shop Boys - "Opportunities"
John Taylor looks like me.
We had a long talk about it over a mountain of coke and a round of beers, and he acknowledges it himself.
Nor are we identical twins. I've always tanned better than he does. Oh yeah, and I have fangs.
...Just kidding.
Of course I don't have fangs.
- Mood:
busy - Music:Duran Duran - "Is There Something I Should Know?"
The pool's big. I think we can fit more of you fuckers in here if you'd only just dive.
Today's been a vacation day, because nothing rewards hard work like a huge load of debauchery.
It's fun to make people jealous.
- Mood:
hungry (like the wolf) - Music:Duran Duran - "A New Religion"
Come on, people. Don't make me come to you.
- Mood:generous
- Music:Faith No More - "Midlife Crisis"
Nice to see you all again. Go fuck yourselves.
- Mood: cheerful
- Music:Duran Duran - "I Take the Dice"
Where the fuck am I, huh?
And how do I get out of here?
Somebody tell me the secret password...
- Mood:
aggravated - Music:TKK - "These Remains"
