Really sucked the red off of all my candy.

I figured even the most jaded and cynical inhabitant might report a bloody girl in a party dress carrying a severed head by its hair.

Beast had once informed me that humans were hunters only by luck and because they had opposable thumbs.

Admitting that Katie had taken too much blood was on par with saying an adult human had pooped their pants or eaten their own boogers!

But nothing in life was set in stone and nothing in life is promised us. Not happiness, not joy, not love. Everything was variable and mutable and inconstant.

It looked to me like a vamp version of a pissing contest. Men will be boys.

Back to work. If I’m [writing] I’m not thinking about the crazy.