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Hmm, I am something of a horrible person. I have decided this after deliberately spending time with a person who likes me that I do not like back. Just to feed my ego. Bad bad bad. It is not as though I was leading him on or anything. Heh, far from it. My technique is more scare the hell out of them. Which is easy, when for some reason I attract two kinds of admirers, immature, barely out of their teens types, and closeted lesbians who have yet to realize their inclinations. Easy types to scare. Heh heh. Maybe it's all a test, since all my friends are people who are smart enough to see through the crap.
James, oh my James. Where are you, the Rene in me cries.
The Rene in me...Rene *is* me sometimes. Without the actual bloodshed. Psycho little monkey motherfucker. I wish I was that hot though. No one is as hot as Rene, except for possibly a shirtless Nicholas D. Wolfwood. Now that's a priest I wish would do some more molesting.
Pretty pretty.
James, oh my James. Where are you, the Rene in me cries.
The Rene in me...Rene *is* me sometimes. Without the actual bloodshed. Psycho little monkey motherfucker. I wish I was that hot though. No one is as hot as Rene, except for possibly a shirtless Nicholas D. Wolfwood. Now that's a priest I wish would do some more molesting.
Pretty pretty.