I went to the Hallowe'en party tonight. Dressed as a lesbian 'cos I had a tank top and a leather jacket and...

I remember when I moved in you / Your holy dark was moving too / And every breath we drew was Hallelujah...

...sorry. I'm finding this song is enough to rip me apart tonight.

Anyway, I went to the party. Drank a lot, all sorts of things, for most of the night I wasn't quite sure what all was in my glass and a lot of the time it was several different kinds of alcohol, some soda, and at one point I know there was coffee added... strange brew, potent too, and it's left me with a tummy ache and hallucinations of polar bears... then again, that might just be due to not eating.

I want to rant about a foolish, stupid, silly, and incredibly-damned-gorgeous boy named Dan, who I would love to lock in a room for a month, feeding him sparingly and only letting him out occasionally, bound when he's let out, his eyes covered, mouth filled with a harsh leather gag... I would love to break him. And NOTHING else. He's too much of... of an icky middle manager in a dark god's body, mostly.

Stupid boy.

And there was Duct Tape Boy who played with my breasts a lot, likes City Of Lost Children and Labrynth, has a computer to die for, and (you Portland Rocky people will get this) is Tex without any of the obvious bad parts.

He's got the flair. He's got the know-how. He's got talent and a sense of humor... but y'know, he's still a computer geek and his ego is still a tad too large.

I'm going to see him in my cage. I decided this.

Caged and bound.

He'd look GOOD like that.

Oh, the reason I'm referring to him as Duct Tape Boy and not Ken, which is his normal name, is because for his costume he wore an entire suit of duct tape. It looked pretty snazzy. *grin*

I was patted on the head by an underage boy wearing a kilt. This did odd things for my head.

I, apparently, am dangerous... to BETH. Ok, this is, next to Angel and Vicki, the woman I fear and respect most in the known universe. She is something of an Evil Role Model for me, and I will never be half as demented and cruel as she is.

And yet judging from Dan's behavior, Beth is apparently a fragile flower who needs to be sheltered and protected from the Evil Jax.

Hrm.

Wonder which of my victims he's been talking to? Scott maybe? The Scott up here, Juliet's scott, not Coastal Scott. Or maybe he got some really odd story of my tastes from Rie... *shrugs*

I dunno. It confused me a bit, though.

And everyone was singing "My Favorite Things"... the punk version. Scary.

However, I got to eat green deviled eggs, drink a lot, flirt with everyone, kiss Juliet - I don't get to do that often and it's an awesome experience - and although I have no idea if she will remember it again, Beth promised me valium. That's right, not vicodin, valium.

Hey, if it works... *shrug*

The Master I've been talking to... the one who is my current place-to-jump... now I'm understanding why it was that my subconscious thought I needed a place, and why it decided he fit.

I think... that he would take care of me.

And although most of this entry is light-hearted, this bit is reasonably serious:

I need to be taken care of.

Oh, and wench... if I ever figure it out, I will tell you the amount. And if you try to help with so much as ONE CENT of it I will bite you, and not in the fun ways. You have as many health problems as I do - worry about you, k?