Guess how I found out Kitty had finished A Storm of Swords? 
 ... When it thunked into the wall right by my head. Apparently I was very wrong to let her read that book. I warned her! 
Kitty: But you said... and I kept thinking... and it wasn't! More happens in the last like 200 pages than in any book ever. And it HURT ME.
Me: I told you it would.
Kitty: BUT... it... It wasn't! And it didn't! ANd then HELLO LAST 200 PAGES.
Me: *offers cookies of peace* 

I guessed right about Oberyn. She was in love. And then... The book was in the freezer for a couple hours.

Red Wedding. She nearly killed me on that score.
Kitty: I get why you love Rob now though.

And now Tyrion is on her list of "Characters Kitty Wants to Throw In a Dungeon Til They Make Better Choices." 

Best part? She ran out and bought A Game of Thrones for her cousin and they started reading it. I got this phone message:
Kitty: EVERYONE'S DEAD. OMFG. HE KILLED EVERYONE.

And then I kissed a boy because he was tall and blond and had Jaime Lannister's snark. It happens.

lunarity=me, sister_of_night=mjk_magadela

lunarity: rock on. how was dinner?
mjk_magdalena: twas good, actually had some proper spaghetti
lunarity: yummy
mjk_magdalena: and as filip told you, the order came with a nice new hoe
mjk_magdalena: funny way of inspiring people to start gardens and grow their own food if you ask me
mjk_magdalena: and totally not a way to promote dining out
mjk_magdalena: let us not eat there again. it is a silly place
lunarity: rofl. But at least it gives you an increased level of self-defense on the way home.
mjk_magdalena: this is true, though gypsies are usually similarly armed
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lunarity: it's an unwritten law of the universe, as fate's way of messing with all us poor straight girls. That fate is a bitter, bitter lady.
mjk_magdalena: fate is teh fury of ms havisham
mjk_magdalena: and we're all born with promises of great expectations, yet life is...er, what was the girl's name again? well, that's life. her.
mjk_magdalena: and i'm so hoping you remember "great expectations" or i'm raelly confusing you
lunarity: Sadly, as an illiterate american I can only think "Gwyneth Paltrow" who played her in that last movie version.  ... though I think Gwyneth works here.
mjk_magdalena: and so it shall be rewritten then
lunarity: Damn, I have a sudden urge to read Victorian novels. I hope it passes quickly.
mjk_magdalena: i keep thinking victoria but at the same time i know that's wrong
lunarity: Estella!
lunarity: life is estella!
mjk_magdalena: yes, that'd be it
lunarity: behold our l33t literacy skillz
mjk_magdalena: life is estella, fate is ms havisham, and we're poor pip, even poorly named
lunarity: Woe. we even get the suck nam.
lunarity: name. though I do know that 'nam sucked quite badly. 


mjk_magdalena: each generation gets their own 'nam. we got iraq. aren't we lucky
mjk_magdalena: we pips never get a break
lunarity: oh, we're just so lucky to have it there aren't words. Don't worry, next gen gets Iran: Persian Empire Part II, the Expansion
lunarity: by that time all wars will be given video game titles
mjk_magdalena: complete with gold piercings and much shouting of sparta?
mjk_magdalena: cuz that wouldn't be so bad
mjk_magdalena: but if it's like, flies and death and gas, i mean ew, like let's time warp right past that one
lunarity: Oh yes, of course. And awesome camera angles, and shiny swords and personal trainers.
mjk_magdalena: and homoerotica in slow-mo?
mjk_magdalena: oh, this gen of metrosexuals will be very sorry they were born 20 years too early
lunarity: Bleh, no flies and death. Well, I guess we'll have death being as wars are wars, but maybe not. Maybe they'll be VR Wars by then. That'd be an improvement.
lunarity: I predict we will all be metrosexuals in 25 years. Even the girls, but especially the girls who were formerly guys.
mjk_magdalena: bwaha, i can just imagine it. george bush the 3rd being all computer literate and saying, "i'm in ur empire, twisting ur god-king's golden nipples"
mjk_magdalena: and that'll get leaked and it'll be clinton all over again
lunarity: Not only leaked, but it will be on YouTube
mjk_magdalena: well, you know how it is to be president. you're at work, trying to manage a war and your sex life at the same time, you're in VR with an androgynous god-king, shit happens...
lunarity: He'll be the first president to become an international pornstar.
mjk_magdalena: let's hope it's not a Bush then. pretty doesn't run in that family
lunarity: Meanwhile, the Iranians impeach their god-king becuz omg, consorting with INFIDELS.
mjk_magdalena: and small penises might, it would explain several things
lunarity: that is true, but Dr. 90210 will probably be designing everyone's bodies by then
mjk_magdalena: ah, ok. so facelift and enlargement for bush3. better, but still disturbing
mjk_magdalena: and they'll replace the god-king with the Laura, who of course never dies and will be converter cuz some of her views really aren't too different from theirs in the first place if ya think about it
mjk_magdalena: and the color purple shall experience a sudden wide acceptance across the empire
lunarity: Dr. Laura: God-King of Persia... It does fit. Let us hope the fundies never figure out theyr'e all saying the same thing, tho.  ... rofl.   And a highly unnatural yet widely accepted shade of purple it shall be.
mjk_magdalena: wow, they say fashions come back every 20 years, but imagine the royal purple of rome coming back in 21-st century persia
mjk_magdalena: and i suppose that means caligula shall at some point also be repeated
mjk_magdalena: or was that the clinton administration? j/k
lunarity: ... That would be a very twisted twist to history. Iranian!Caligula... good lord. I believe Nostradamus predicted the antichrist being from Persia... that might work.
mjk_magdalena: maybe it was the bush administration, now that i remember caligula naming his horse consul. bush has made some similar appointments methinks
lunarity: A horse might have been better than Gonzalez... But Caligula had some cool in his crazy- I mean, boatloads of hookers and incest! God-king status! ... and it's really sad but I think Caligula would be a more entertaining president.
lunarity: Plus, Caligula wasn't much on the conquoring stuff.
lunarity: Caligula for President?
mjk_magdalena: ....sadly, it's gotten to the point where that'd get my vote.
lunarity: Hey! Missouri elected a dead governor, we can elect a dead president if we want.
lunarity: It's really tragic that insane long-dead Roman emperors look like better choices than the major candidates.
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mjk_magdalena: *huggles* catch ya soon i hope, sis!
lunarity: good luck, sisness!
mjk_magdalena: til then, think of george bush the 3rd/xerxes II cybersex

... I can hardly wait for the lj-comms and good lord, the fanfic. Think of the fanfic.

I rediscovered some old convos and quotes between sister_of_night and I. Behold, for we are wise beyond our years:

"I do believe I have solved one of life's great riddles. Never despair, for stressed spelled backward is desserts, and they are our saviors" - Jade?

*ponders, thinks, is hit by train of thought and knocked into alternate reality* - Afton


Afton: I love being dead! It’s such fun! Speaking of which next time you die you really do need to try and party while encompassing 5 dimensions.
Afton: ((I think we could be committed if anyone ever hears of this conversation))
Erin: Then prepare for the doors to be knocked down by the men in white, cuz you know our fave MIB are listening in
Afton: *waves* Hi guys! Wanna cyber?
Erin: Woohoo, online orgy afterin style!
Afton: *proceeds to do her Lady Marmalade slutty hey sailor type dance*
Erin: Get your drunken dead girls here, you necrophiliacs you!
Afton: Hey I'm not dead. I'm resurrected
Erin: Shh! They love that fetish stuff! *grabs your neck and twists* She's dead again, guys. come on over!!
Afton: *yelps, dies, wakes up in the afterlife in a field of grain. DAMMIT MAXIMUS!
Erin: *max raises his head, and i am not disclosing where it was* "Sorry, i was thinking of you." Me: hey!!! "er, sorry jade dear, but feather boas turn me off..."


“I thought I was having visions of the Virgin Mary- but it was just Mario on a T-shirt…” – Erin


But I must go chase the glitter fairies now because they stole the supernova juice, and mr zebra says hello to the great Banana king but I forgot the sacred message... So the strange little girls have none.
- supposedly written by me in an e-mail to Erin. Don't ask me what crack I was on. Obviously a massive overdose of Tori Amos, at least.

"Churros are holy. Let us pray to Bob the God of Churros." - Erin

princess afton says:Drawing the white night lily from her hair, she twirls the stem between her fingers as her violet gaze dances over all who enter, leave or just simply appear. The soft welcoming smile never fades from her lips as she walks on delicate feet toward the bar,
Eventually the yellow with blue streaks running through it beverage arrives as she stares at it in dismay..she had expected it to be clear or at the very least a translucent yellow...lightning is white afterall
//I love her grammar

just another light missing on a long taxi ride says: from now on, i'm not only gonna do a sensory-detailed play-by-play of my every move, but shall do it out loud that others may hear and stand in awe

princess afton says: yes. that would be best...*gahs as they start tangling legs around each other* do you tangle your legs often??
i know i often try to dance my hands along my bf's spine too

just another light missing on a long taxi ride says: quite. a clumsy soul i am
you too?! Those fingers, how they do the madison

princess afton says: why of course, though mine much prefer the Charleston or a nice waltz. much as i also notice that moonbeams do

just another light missing on a long taxi ride says: not the time warp?

princess afton says: only when my legs are tangled

just another light missing on a long taxi ride says: oh, i see. the jump to the left helps throw them back in place but it's the pelvic thrust that really fixes it

princess afton says: most often. though a nice plop sometimes will

just another light missing on a long taxi ride says: yes, i love plopping so much i do it all night repeatedly in my bed, but only when in the company of a naked person

just another light missing on a long taxi ride says: I used to rp with you. you was good. i never got beyond painfully pathetic novice

princess afton says: But i also had years of experience on you. and you are still WAY better than these ppl

just another light missing on a long taxi ride says: pfft. i was like, asl? lol, not really. but i was like, 'uh. hi. *curtsy* uh..." oh wait, you're right. i was way better than them

princess afton says: exactly. your hair did not splay nor your fingers cover entire bartops...
just another light missing on a long taxi ride says: *le sigh* if i were a man, that would trouble me, as i would like to have large hands that i may score with a woman with flexibly bending hair that splays across that oak tree under which she sometimes stands when not copulating

princess afton says: ah, but be careful lest she like so many others neath dancing silvery thread-like moonbeams copulate with someone else neath that oak tree whilst you drink your oddly colored alcahol at said bar*

just another light missing on a long taxi ride says: but it's lightning lemonade, the cure-all miracle drink. whiskey be damned.

princess afton says: rofl. lightning lemonade. All hail the new drink of afterin... what color was it again?

just another light missing on a long taxi ride says: green! nono, red! yes! no! no! Ah, I die!

princess afton says: as the yellow with blue streaks running through it beverage arrives

just another light missing on a long taxi ride says: Didn't you understand that, what with the running through it beverage arrives streaks?

princess afton says: ah the grammar the grammar!!! ~dies laughing~ Even drunk and playing Delerium and Dream we couldn't be this bad

just another light missing on a long taxi ride says: or as fun. we really must get drunk sometime and do this or at least have some surge

princess afton says: the ground shook as a juggernaut of a man exited the woods, battle axe on his back and stone club in hand, he took long strides as he ran with ease, seeing the tavern he grinned* ooo tavern, tavern mean kronk find women and drink, Kronk like! *

princess afton says: Kronk! All hail the great god of drunks!

just another light missing on a long taxi ride says: kronk, king of grammar, sister of our beloved under-tree-copulator… but he runs with ease...yeah right. not in a straight line

princess afton says: roflmao. omg. yes. With the stone club no less. and long strides too… but he knew a big word
.
just another light missing on a long taxi ride says: I bet HE has big hands

just another light missing on a long taxi ride says: He said in!

princess afton says: ni

just another light missing on a long taxi ride says: Don't teach him that word- he shall abuse it. "no beer? kronk not like you. kronk say ni!"

princess afton says: lol you should rp just to use that line

just another light missing on a long taxi ride says:
you may steal. i won't sue… Why is that word sue? What woman first fucked man over to give it that name?

princess afton says: Because if you use Soo it looks like a cow says it

just another light missing on a long taxi ride says: Sioux. Teehee… Sioux you! *cackles* Or Sough!
princess afton says: Yep. That’s where it came from, dancing the mambo along the silver strands of inspiration… Wait! You are just trying to cheat at scrabble!

just another light missing on a long taxi ride says: yes! Rough, cough, though, bough… This is why English is the hardest language to learn
princess afton says: all of which were spelled by avid Scrabble players

summersdream: goddess i knew there was a reason i quit rping.

sister_of_night: even rp char boys were stupid sods?

"Silken black hair splays around her shoulders and curls onto the soft grass, bending flexibly as she falls onto her back and outstretches her arms again, her violet eyes gazing merrily up to the sky where she proceeds to attempt to count the stars. "

summersdream: they all are. even the girls.. le sigh.

sister_of_night: proceeds to attempt to...what a line

summersdream: i am going to go rant about the good ol days now

sister_of_night: other than that sentence, why didja say you stopped?

summersdream: hair that splays. i want mine to splay. and to bend flexibly

sister_of_night: so does every girl--that's why their hair only does it in rps

summersdream:does hair even splay?

sister_of_night: yes, it splays out

summersdream: and is flexibly a word? 

sister_of_night: ...i believe so, though tis a most retarded one to use just then ...  the contortionist contorts flexibly...lol... I'm having fun here, and i'm not even drunk. rpers are good for hours of entertainment
But, sis, do we not also create new words every day?
We're master wordsmiths ourselves, though I dare say we use our inventions more effectively

summersdream: True we do. and we are better at it. but we aren't trying to be serious with our words. sadly this girl is. we should tutor her

sister_of_night: sad sad sad...bends flexibly..they were going for romantic sensory detail and failed miserably

"Oh how true she was, perhaps unknowingly, but true the same. He had found love and he would do whatever it took to make sure it remained. He would never let her go, never allow her to slip from his grasp, the mistakes of the past would not be repeated. His head rested against her own, his eyes closing as fingers danced through her hair, rustling those silken tresses like the gentle breeze through the leaves. The twin moons played on through the scarlet sky, a silent witness to the love exposed there in that clearing, smiling upon them with silver strands of light. Among those things held dear to man and beast he had the greatest treasure to be found, he had her and in his eyes that was priceless. "

sister_of_night: *gag*

sister_of_night: Did i tell you of my dream the other night?

summersdream: Why no. you did not! Please, let your words dance like the leaves in the cyber breeze as we play through the scarlet sky, exposing love and smiling with silver strands of light

sister_of_night: *dies laughing*

sister_of_night: *falls on the floor and rolls*
fuck dude, that was hilarious. props. that's going in my lj 

"Lost in a moment of time, bodies pressed together with no need for words. There would never be a need for words when it came to the two of them. I look, a touch, a caress, a gentle kiss was all they needed. Faith, hope and love there three things that would feed the other through whatever the fates would throw in their path. Hands lingers down his back as a soft kiss touches his neck. A whisper of a caress, a gentle kiss was all they needed. Faith, hope and love there three things that would feed the other through whatever the fates would throw in their path. Hands lingers down his back as a soft kiss touches his neck. A whisper of a word against his flesh sealing her fate with his. forever "


sister_of_night: i bet jude devereaux here finds my lj and sobs and cries rivers of midnight blue tears, her heart left smitten and torn like so much meat jack the ripper left in his wake... 

"The scents of the night fill her senses, spreading a warmth through her veins as she enjoys this time of silence, broken only by the chirp, chirp, chirp sound of a cricket here or there communicating "

sister_of_night: scents fill her senses?
um, smell would be A sense

summersdream: :yes. indeed. but a very powerful smell. A smell that dances on strands of silver moonlight whilst the twin moons smile down

summersdream: a whisper of a word... faith hope and love there... 3 things that would feed the other... *tries to make non-cannibalistic sense of it*

"His skin shivered, his body trembled, her fingers, her lips, awakening something new within him a desire, a hunger for something more. Then her spoken word the final seal between them, the commitment to eternity.... 

summersdream: For they too have read Burning Love "

just another light missing on a long taxi ride says: rofl 

"... bringing her gaze to his, a silent mouthing of that single word repeated.... 

summersdream: Oh a mouthing! How sensuous. Don't you want him mouthing to you too??

"...a kiss flaming with passion dancing with love and desire. Burning casting the same flames into her soul as his hands found the small of her back, curling inward, pulling her against him, his body conforming to fit her curves. "

sister_of_night: ...that kiss sounds painful... 

summersdream: his body conforms? is he fat? or a piece of jello?

sister_of_night: is he a contortionist too?

summersdream: roflmao 

sister_of_night Burning casting?

summersdream: i want a dancing kiss!!

sister_of_night: here's one! *shimmies* do ya feel it, huh?

summersdream: yes. burning casting. an archaeic term for: lets shimmy!!! 

*He goes to tell her, then pulls out his sephirother, carves into the tree with lightning quick speed a message and sheathes his sword in his body and leaps up onto the roof and sits there. When Hypatia reads it, it says "I will only let myself love one person ever..."*

sister_of_night: sheathes? extra e, methinks... wait. In his body?!

summersdream: in his body.

sister: careved--he caresses them into the tree with a knife before stabbing himself and flying onto the roof.
Truly a romantic gesture. 

" Bodies molding and shaping each other in an embrace that melted away the coldest rain

sister_of_night: damn, i hate it when i get stuck copulating in the rain while i'm bleeding from a self-inflicted wound
But hey, i got heat, so i'm good

summersdream: i know. is it not dreadful 

"He went willingly, her moan answered by a soft growl, poured into her mouth before the kiss deepened, her hands spurring him onward, his body pressing her own against that large oak tree that she had stood under earlier that night. Caught between the unmoving and the unending passion he pressed tightly against her. His lips falling from her own to her neck, tender kisses placed on exposed flesh, h 

summersdream:~gags and chokes~ DAmn boy! Too much tongue, yo!

sister_of_night: against that large oak tree that she had stood under earlier that night. Ah, that one. good thing. thought maybe it was that other one.

sister_of_night: As for "Caught between the unmoving and the unending passion"... not even asking

summersdream: yes. goddess forbid we copulate under the wrong tree

sister_of_night: or we attempt to climb it in the morning

summersdream: careful of that lightning quick message carevered into it- it might sting.

"Reaching the bar, she slides her petite form onto one of the stools, now reverting her gaze to the neat rows of bottles behind it, a bit undecisive as to what she should try. Slim fingers span out over the top of the bar as she attempts to make this decision and finally opts for lightning lemonade."

sister_of_night: I know i think that much about my body whenever i move

witchchild615: *Dies a death of old country music*
lena3libras: one note of which would kill me instantly
witchchild615: *weeps in pain, blasts Emilie Autumn*
lena3libras: pain?
witchchild615: from the old country songs...
witchchild615: i'd much rather be forever in bluejeans babe.... *gags*
lena3libras: oh, of course.
lena3libras: what do you get when you play a country song backward?
lena3libras: your truck gets fixed, your dog lives, your baby comes back, and it stops raining
witchchild615: drawkcab gnos yrtnouc
lena3libras: esratrams