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Thursday, July 9, 2009
"You're the girl," she said.
"You're the girl," she said again.
That wasn't obvious.

"All right, Relly explodes into flames sometimes. That's just the way he is."

"Die, all right? Why don't you just die?"
"Zee, what's going on?" "You answer the phone with 'die' now?"

"What do gods have that mortals don't?"
"Funny names."

OK, so I'm a god and I can't even get my notebook back from an old man with bad breath.

Making the band a success - definitely. Helping Zee out - forget it.

He weighs seven hundred pounds. That's heavy metal.

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Friday, March 6, 2009
I think electronic things hate me. /just screwed my laptop. Oh well.


What kind of vampire drove an old bus painted like the Mystery Machine? Last Christmas I'd gotten him a life-sized Scooby Doo to ride in the passenger seat.

I dreamed of Stefan driving his bus with that silly stuffed Scooby Doo perched in the passenger seat.

- how was I going to explain that to my insurance company?
"Yes, Ma'am," I tried out. "This vampire queen asked me to hunt a vampire and demon combo. He found out somehow and it ticked him off so he ripped the siding off my house."

That was Bran, quiet and calm until he ripped out your throat.

"Your mysterious customer who drives the funky bus painted up like the Mystery Machine and only shows up after dark? Dracula he isn't, but where there's werewolves, there certainly ought to be vampires."

"I have my very own superhero vampire/sorcerer-slaying kit"

"Samuel didn't have a chance to say anything to whoever called. They called, said a few sentences, and hung up. Samuel grabbed Adam and said, 'Let's go.'"

After an hour I had a list of eleven churches, reasonably near the KPD, none of which had flaming signs that said SORCERER SLEEPING HERE.

It suited him in the same way that Stefan's version of the Mystery Machine had suited him.

I just didn't see either a vampire or demon writing things like For a Good Time Call-or Juan loves Penny.

"If she has a sorcerer at her beck and call, the others will have to cower in her presence."
"Marsilia can cow them on her own."

I couldn't help a hiccoughing laugh at having a dead man tell me to breathe.

"and Adam...The nurse at the triage station took one look at Adam and hit the innocent-looking black button underneath her desk."

"Do I want to ask who you all are?"
"No."

he told my neck,

Sufficient unto the day is the evil thereof.

Oh, and from the earlier chapters.
I'd pushed it out of the garage several years ago when Adam had complained about my mobile home spoiling his view. Then, every time he bothered me, I made it uglier. Right now it was missing three wheels and the rear bumper, all stored safely in my garage. Big red letters across the hood said FOR A GOOD TIME CALL followed by Adam's phone number. The graffiti had been Jesse's suggestion. (Jesse is Adam's daughter in case you forget over days.)

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Thursday, March 5, 2009
New skin cause I got so irritated trying to look through the small window scrolling down like shit to look at my own posts OTLllll.

Anyways. Quotes again.

and he was suddenly the same vampire who'd painted his old VW bus to look like Scooby's Mystery Machine.

he wasn't lying dead in the closet.

I pounded my forehead against Warren's back. "Tell me Ben's not flirting with me."
"Hey," said Ben sounding hurt. "I was talking cannibalism, not romance."

"I think that I can count on the fingers of one hand the times you've actually said the word 'women' and not replaced it with an epithet referring to female genitalia."
"Hey, he's not that bad," Warren said. "Sometimes he calls them cows or whores."

"As my lady desires," he said, sounding utterly serious.

Then he hung up.
"How about some different bodyguards?" I asked the phone plaintively. "Someone I actually get along with shouldn't be too much to ask."
I set the phone down and glared at it.

The curse of a long life is that everyone around you dies. You have to be strong to survive, and stronger to want to do so. (So I guess C.C. wasn't that strong afterall... Wait, she never was...)

S sleeping in my closet.
I'm at work until ?
Stop by if you need anything.
Me.

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