Dead as a Doornail

Did we have sex?" he asked directly. For about two minutes, this might actually be fun. "Eric," I said, "we had sex in every position I could imagine, and some I couldn’t. We had sex in every room in my house, and we had sex outdoors. You told me it was the best you’d ever had." (At the time he couldn’t recall all the sex he’d ever had. But he’d paid me a compliment.) "Too bad you can’t remember it," I concluded with a modest smile. Eric looked like I’d hit him in the forehead with a mallet. For all of thirty seconds his reaction was completely gratifying.

My bullshit meter is reading that as 'false'.

Eric moved the broom experimentally and made an attempt to sweep the glass into the pan while it lay in the middle of the floor. Of course, the pan slid away. Eric scowled. I'd finally found something Eric did poorly.

Food that walked and talked, that was us. McPeople.

Should I just bite you, and end it all?", he whispered. "I would never have to think about you again. Thinking about you is an annoying habit and one I want to be rid of.

Fiction just makes it all more interesting. Truth is so boring.

You were so sweet when you didn't know who you were.

You just don't want a vampire pissed off at you.

i hate not knowing what i did." _Eric

i hate her skinny thighs and her elitist attitude. i hope she's a dreadful bitch who makes you so miserable that you howl when you remember me.

Lies will come back to bite you in the butt

They say when one door shuts, another one opens. But they haven’t been living at my house. Most of the doors I open seem to have something scary crouched behind them, anyway.

There's not much I dislike more than being addressed as "Hey you" and being poked with a finger.

In the world I lived in, the world of human people, there were ties and debts and consequences and good deeds. That was what bound people to society; maybe that was what constituted society. And I tried to live in my little niche in it the best way I could.

I held on to my better nature by my fingernails but I held on.

Only a group lack of imagination could account for people not wondering what went on in the dark around them.

Well in two months, it'd be sunbathing time. That made me smile. I enjoyed lying in the sun in a little bikini, timing myself carefully so I didn't burn. I loved the smell of coconut oil. And I don't want to hear any lectures about how bad tanning is for you. That's my vice. Everybody gets one.

we had sex in every position i could imagine, and some i couldn't. we had sex in every room in my house, and we had sex outdoors. you told me it was the best you'd ever had.

I gave myself a mental shake. Snapping out of a slump, that was what today was all about.

Why bother to change, if you can't change into a wolf?

The full moon symbol on my calendar no longer seemed to be a period marking the end of something, but just another way of counting time.

There are times to think and times to lie fallow

My bullshit metre is reading that as false'.

What pretty nail polish,' Eric said, smiling. [...] Trust Eric to pick out the one thing that was new and different about me.

To heck with him, I thought righteously. Him and the horse he rode in on.