Well I have officially joined NaNoWriMo. So by Kami, wish me luck, because I sure as hell am going to need it. I have a title already picked out for it, now to sort around it and then get to starting it.

Perhaps I should make something clear.

Demetri, a demon/darkling/vampyre/incubus.  My lover, my lust demon. My Kami, he is like a damned rabbit in heat.

Nikolae, a demon/darkling/vampyre/incubus.  My lover, intellectual demon. My voice of reason, when my thoughts are too clouded on their own

I carry conversations with them constantly, and people have believed that at one point, I have lost my mind. Not so, they are kind of like my shoulder angels...except they are the exact opposite. Besides, they are too big to stand on my shoulder. They have been with me all my life, and more so...our arguments happen rarely and our sex lives are insane. Just wow....

Both Nikolae and Demetri are twin brothers and have seemingly fought over my past lives for centuries...interestingly so. Now, in the 21st century...we can't stay away from each other. I truly love them...even though they piss me off all the damned time.

They are still bastards....but I love them.

Warning all of you....if you even care. I am cleaning out my Friends List, those who don't post very often, or I just don't care for anymore...are going. Sorry...and not so sorry. 

 I might as well warn a great deal of you who do read my Journals...they are taking on a new shade. They are harsher, darker. My writing has changed considerably. Those of you who like my new style of writing, more power to you, because that is what is going to be typed up here for the next few weeks. I am feeling kind of off, so that would explain my sudden ease in writing such things. I bid thee all farewell, enjoy what I have in store for you all.

 I am such a wuss. I came home last night and for the past few nights there has been this mournful crying of a cat. Well, there is this pretty white and orange cat that has made our front yard a home and I stayed outside with him for about twenty to thirty minutes.  Dad said I should leave him alone and stuff, but I seriously didn't want to...and I had already gotten quite attached because he had curled in my lap and was falling asleep. I was crying, I am a bit upset that I was, but the thought that I couldn't help him  made me feel horrible. Daddy helped me take the kitty in and I stayed up a good portion of the night petting him and playing with him. I was thinking up names for the baby, but I don't think that is really a good idea...because I am supposed to start putting up flyers and stuff to see if someone will take him back. I personally don't want to give him up...even though I want to make a family happy, but the poor thing was outside for quite a while.. I want him  and am more than willing to pay/ provide for him.

I better end it here...computer is being a retard and erasing halllllllllllllf of wattt I type ass I type

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