I'm bored and you're going to pay the price.
Bored and hungry and bored.
Bored and boring and hungry and bored.
Lazy and bored and boring and hungry and bored.
Whiney and lazy and bored and boring and hungry and bored.

Mobile and whiney and lazy and bored and boring and hungry and bored.
Outta here.
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Shopping? Well they didn't buy much of interest. Just some new CDs of euro-pop that I can do without. I think I'll order some Perry Como CDs or Jim Nabours that my aunt used to listen to and play them when I get 'equal time' on the stereo in the living room. And save Black Tape for a Blue Girl for my own.

The thirst is upon me, and I must roam tomorrow night. You won't see me until it is satisfied. And if it isn't, then it is good bye SS. For tonight, I'll just have to deal with AQUA and Enrico whateverhisname is.
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Boring. Nothing happening around here tonight. I got up, and all the living had gone shopping this afternoon, and not returned. I hope they bought me something. I just started reading "In Search of Dracula" by some pompous types. They may be historians, but they write like a bunch of kids saying "look at me!"

I think I'll take a bath... or have a drink.
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Ok. I'm dead. I'm here. And I'm not going away.
That would sound better if I was just gay. Anyone got any good chants for the undead that don't require you to dress in velvet and slick your hair back?

I must say that I'm serverly depressed. Nothing is going right. First I find out that most vampire literature sucks the big one. And secondly the non-fiction is worse! Thirdly, I spent a pile of money on these stupid books. I'm going to read them all, but I'm not going to like it.

Rule #1. If it is not a penguin classic. Don't read it.
night honees. I'm off to meet someone in town. YES. I know what time it is. But I also know how to get onto his balcony. SS
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Bloody clock is busted. I swear. Hmmm... perhaps if I play with time, I can stay up longer?
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Back to Emily Strange.
A strange little girl. If you have not gone, go! http://www.emilystrange.com/ I just ordered a pile of stuff. If I was ever to get a tatoo, which I'm not! I would get an emily tatoo.
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Yes. I admit it. It was a date. Sort of. Well. He was cute, and it had been such a long time... a life time perhaps? ...since I was asked out. His name is David (No, I'm not telling you his real name... or am I?). We were chatting in the square near the train station 2 nights back. It had been so long since I talked to an American. Especially someone from the midwest. I just liked to listen to him speak. So? I let him take me out last night. It was sweet. I had to pay, as he's doing Europe 'on the cheap' so I bought him dinner.
He laughed when I told him I was bulemic, but has taking a night off, so I just wasn't eating anything at all. He was hungry enough not to care. I think he hadn't had a real meal... home or bistro since he left for here in June.
Anyway, he thinks I'm staying with my aunt in Monaco (not far from the truth) for a year off before I go back to school. And I have his address.And I'm not telling the rest. YOu'll have to ask Esme for details.
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Sarah is gone.
Esme types now. I was sitting talking to her and she was doing this writing she did every night. But then she jumped up and ran out of the door shouting she is late. I think she had a date with someone she met last night very strange.That is why I am tiping this now
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Blog! blog Blog Blog! BLOG!

Blog! blog Blog Blog! BLOG!

Lovely Blog. Wonderful Blog.

Lovely Blog. Wonderful Blog.

(Shaddup!)

Blog blogblogblogblogblogblogblog...

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(Shaddup!)

(Bloggy Vikings!)

Sarah Python

Oh, www.emilystrange.com is the Coolest. More later.
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Fine. Rule #2. Do not go out driving at 2am without a FULL TANK OF GAS!
I nearly peed myself when I realized I was pushing E. I thought I'd have to sleep in the trunk all day wrapped up in a garbage bag like the last time I got caught out too late at night. But I found an all night 7-11 type place on the circle road in Aix-en-provence. And I gazzed up and got back to the villa with the pink lips of morning pucking up behind me.
You don't want to know what happened before that. Mundane!
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Well. I sank of bleach. I lounged in the pool. I watched a stupid soap. I'm not telling you which.
Now I'm getting itchy. Time for saturation bombing. I mean to saturate the night on some wicked back roads. Ohio was never like this. Woooo. I'm getting all pumped thinking about it.
Sarah's filled to the brim.
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Yabba Dabba Doo... testing the new Blogger buttonbar thingy. It Rocks.
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Ok. Life is back to what around here settles for normalcy. But I lost a game of chess with he who does not want to be mentioned in my blogger. So he gets the night off, while I'm cleaning the bathroom. So much for the idea that the afterlife wins you an automatic bypass when it comes to domestic chores. What about all this drink and party all night in castles, sleep all day vampiric disney land existence I'm reading about. Sure, I get a comfy bed, and my 'coffin' is a nice big buried half culvert painted robin's egg blue. Beats sleeping in a dirt filled box. But still. Scraping. Scrubbing. I feel like I'm married to the place!

Sarah the charwoman
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Gaaaaaaa again. It just gets worse. That bitch Esme shut off the power to my room to get me to come out lasat night, and the hard drive crashed and I lost all my settings. We just got the thing set up again. I nearly missed making a post.

She apologied a lot, because I just sat there and cried and cried. And didn't do anything nasty back at her. Never think of non-action as a strategy these days. It seems like something out of the distant past.
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Ok, so I made it home before the sun got up and fried me into a garden gnome. Just. It will weigh heavily on Esme's soul if she has to explain to god, hers or mine, how she fried poor little sarah into fertilizer just because she's too drunk to drive, and too thick to hand over the keys to sarah sober. Serves her right if I dumped her head first into the back seat and made a straight jacket for her out of the seat belts. But I think I'm going to get it for stuffing my shawl into her mouth to keep her quiet.

I have heard her pounding on my door, but I'm dealing with the stack of books in here I ordered off ScAmazon.com. So she can wait. Almost everything I could find on Vampires that I would care to read. I finally bought the bullet and figured that if I can't beath the literary bloodsuckers, I might as well figure them out more than I have already. I'm going to start at the beginning... got the... Na, I'll start making up a list and let you know as I go... I just got email from Esme from the other side of the door threatening to pee on my car if I don't come out now, and that they've boobietraped the window, so I'd better just take it like a woman.
Thems fighting words. Later.
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You just can't believe how nice is it to be someone else sometimes. I spent the evening in a couple of cafes. We first started off at the Blue Boy (a queer club, yes, esme dragged me there) and then through a pile of cafes here and there. Anglophone central, I can tell you. But fun to be taken for a tourist for a change. Beats being a night demon ALL the time. Ended up at Cyber Cafe La Douche, where i'm writing this now... but it is all closed up, and they're waiting for me to leave. But Esme is not a woman to be messed with. They're scared of her. And she knows not to mess with me, so I don't ever have to pull rank in public... and if I'm going to start LOOKing dangerous, I need 4 more inches and 50 more pounds.


SS
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Ok. you brain sucking aliens!!! If you're not going to get with the program, there's nothing much I can do about it. Unless I'm going to take a transatlantic, and visit you personally.

Anyway, it is a cool and calm night on the old riviera. Relatively speaking. Cooler than it has been in a long time. Nice clear night. I can almost see the milky way if I hide in the bushes, as I was earlier, behind the house and look to the north.
Just hanging out by the pool with the twins and esme. The rest of the crew are awol tonight. Still listening to Concrete Blond, but more up beat stuff. I love Johnette!!!

basted in bloodSome sick little puppy knows my heart. I missed this. Probably studying? Anyway, check out Basted In Blood, by her AntiChristness herself Sarah McLachlan http://www.videoseeker.com/television/season/season_1997.html

getting thirsty
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Yo Blogger. That is only 4. We have 6 more to go!

Get with the program!

Why does Buffy Sux?
and I'm not writing anything else about my wonderful life until you tell me!!!
Email me: SarahSmiles
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Beach slumming, we're beach slumming.

It's what's happening

S.S. spent the evening on the strand.

Hanging with the dudes on the sand.

But found that it was getting bland.

But that was last night. I just wish I had my buffy list.


Hey, give me your thoughts?


Tell sarah, the top 10 reasons Buffy Sux! And I'll post them.

10) Buffy's on the WRONG SIDE!

9) One nose job too many.
8) Unnaturally ugly vampires. Rule 1 is that vampires are all beautiful, even when dirty. (thanks to heidi for that one)
7) Andenye says she's a goat. Look at the teeth, and the funny sounds she makes.

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I cried today... first time in a long time. Esme bought me a cd when we were in lyon. The thought I'd like it. I loved it until the last song... Wendy. God it killed me, or would have it was not too late. It was Concrete Blond "still in hollywood". I cried, I listened to her sing over and over again... "Tomorrow Wendy's Going to Die." All I could think of was J. last fall, dying with aids. Nothing we could do about it. And everything we did just made it worse. Listening to Johnette sing this with just a guitar, brought the whole sense of helplessness back to me.
Screw blogger, I need to be out among people. I'm going to Nice, the tourists must be about. Or I can hang with the beach sleepers...
Sarah

but this made me laugh... before I left I wanted to see a picture of her... so I tried http://www.concreteblonde.com it was not wahat I expected. But I feel better.
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You don't want to know. Trust me, you just don't.

But I'm going to tell you anyway. Just so you won't think I was holding out. Don't worry, I'll give you the goods. But Buffy's on, and they're making me watch it. Ugh. Like I don't already know how to do it right?

More later.
ss

Sarah is back and pissed!

The netscape people deserve to die. It is normal, even for me, to want to resize a window so you can continue typing into it. But NOOOO! The idiots have to erase all the content that you have typed, without warning. How about:
Hello Sarah, you are resizing your screen. Everything you have typed over the past 2000 years will now be reduced. Are you sure you would like that?
Now that would be sane.You just missed Sarah's top 10 reasons why buffy sucks. But I'm not going to do it now... a pox on Netscape and a small recoverable plague on Blogger.
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Yip, yip, yipeeeeee!

We're all going back up to Lyon for a couple of days. Staying at Mme's place outside of town. I've never been there, but it means that I'll be able to check out all my old haunts from last summer with the twins and Esme. I hope the stuff I stashed is still in the old cave by... shoot, I can't remember the names anymore. I'll have to check my journal from last summer (not online). I'm still trying to get around to transcribing all my long-hand into computer-fingers. But not this weekend. The car comes for us in about an hour, if the sun's down enough for me to get out of my room. But I'm so excited, I got up early. I barely remember the drive down her from Lyon last year, and it feels like the year has gone by in a blurr. Time to retrace some steps.

If I can find a cybercafe or something, I'll blog.on!
Caio!
Not thirsty any more ;-) Bwaa haa haa...
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I'm getting thirsty!!!

But until I blow a fuse, I have to tell you about emma. Emma, wonderful emma. All ripe and juicy, and... hold on. It's time for a V8, I think. Anyway, I found emma's site, www.emmajane.net, and her great book list. I lambasted her for not having dracula on the list, for obvious professional reasons. And I've been an avid reader of her life ever since. Actually, she's the one who put me on to blogger.com, for which I'm forever greatful.

And, love of my (web)life that she is, Emma is the wonderful host of my domain, that which you are reading from at this moment... sarahsmiles.com.

SS gives Emma two big fangs of thanks!
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Well, laundry is done, and la cave (my womb of my own) is swept and clean.

If you've read my old posts on my old web page, you'll know that my buddy Spazz found for me a copy of the song my mother used to sing for me. It's called, what else, Sarah Smiles. Well, I got email from him telling me that he's going to try to record a new version of the song so I can put it on my site without breaking any copyright rules. Since the version he got for me sucks, I'm thrilled to pieces.

But I think that someone has too much spare time on their hands.

Anyway, it is girls night out tonight. Esme and I are going to Nice to party. And since I don't drink alcohol, I'm the designated driver, and bouncer if necessary. Nothing like a 5'6" girl pushing around all the local studmuffins.

Later crew!

Oh, I almost forgot... Happy 4th of July!!!!!. As a bonus, I promise to not hastle any American tourists tonight, unless they have Canadian flags on their packs. I am getting a bit hungry though. Perhaps tomorrow ;-) Hmmm... thirsty?
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Good even folks. The sun is down, and I'm up. No feeding tonight. I need to keep my girlish (goulish?) figure. When there's no food, and no fashion. They is always laundry ;-( bawwwwwww!


God. I hate cleaning. Even when it is your own luscious underground cavern. Well, I wish. But imagine a nice curved roof, like a half pipe. All painted eggshell blue, with little stars and planets painted on them. Re-enforced door at one end and a small window at the other. All lockable from the inside.


Sounds nice. But you should see it when it is full of all this JUNK!


When in doubt, throw it out. And this girl has a full night ahead of here... Scraping and scrubbing... This is the afterlife?

SS
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Alright. I have the colours set. I have my "I Love Lucy" icon on the left. And I burn incense to her every night. I prefer bark from plane trees and lavender. I don't know what she likes. But since she's feeling, and looking, somewhat blue. I think I'll try to find out. It is July, and Nice is full of Americans. I almost feel like I'm at home.

I spent the evening just watching them from the roof tops. Who knows what they would say if they tried to talk to me. But they won't see me. Not yet!!!
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Oh, my god! Oh, my god!

I love this Blogger thing.

I've been getting Spazz to do my stuff, and I'm sick of having to wait from here to forever to just get something added. I'm on my own. www.sarahsmiles.com. This is it. I'll figure out how to move stuff over from http://bite.to/sarahsmiles, but it will take a while. I'm going to do it on my own. Fer christ's sakes.
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Kiss my furry dead butt!

I here. I'm dead. I'm dressing sharp and I'm acting cool.
Just click on the vampire, and go home, grrl.


I can't believe I'm up this late. My womb of one's own seems to do the trick. I can stay up a bit later every night, without the sunshine turning me into a tootsieroll. But I'm not pressing fate. Gonnight!

Tempi duri per I Vampiri
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