It's hard to be comfortable with yourself when you're a Hybristophile Feminist who knows the s**t she's getting into, and just doesn't give a damn (and yet I'm always screaming at the poor victims of horror movies to act a little smarter...)
I may as well be the embodiment of hypocrisy.
On another note...
Dementia's GONE.
as in, poof.
vanished.
I have raked (good lord that was a poor choice of verb) up every inch of my brain and come up empty-
HEY. I'm still here!
... sorry, Minerva.
and while K reports that Dementia had dropped in for a while (possibly to terrorize Satan... though whether it be in violence or just nagging him to f**k her, I'm left in the dark about) but then she skipped out of that body too.
Oh, and Lucius' last name.
It's D'Angelo.
is my life turning into some sort of cheep Horror/romance novel?
