...did I say "damn' fandom"? Rather than "damned"?
Oh, rats. ~kicks Ketchup Boy out of her head~
If i'm going to be anyone, it's *not* going to be him.
I had a very annoying conversation last night, which went something like :
Me : Go away, I want to be Sirius.
Him : That's all very well, but you will have to have me, you know.
Me : That remains to be seen.
Him : No, darling, it doesn't. Whether you like it or not, you will have me.
Me : ~head in hands~ I know. I know. Now will you please leave me alone?
Him : Hush now, I want to read about myself.
Me : You really remind me of Lestat, you know that?
Him : I think I shall choose to take that as a compliment.
Me : You can if it makes you happy, dear. Now please - please - go away.
The upshot of which was that he didn't leave until about two in the morning.
Gah. I need something to eat. If that little bastard and his amusingly attired friends have left anything in the house.