Let me tell you about me. ~smiles~ Because it’s my favorite subject.
I am a vampire, not your friend or sister. I am loyal to my maker and who he tells me to be loyal to.
I am a bitch and people like me this way.
I am not afraid of anything but losing Eric, and if you cross him or me, I will eat, kill, and fuck you.
I love pink.
I read Dear Abby and try to keep everyone I know true to her divine wisdom.
I live for blood and Eric, and that is all.
Sookie is my best and only friend, so all the rules above apply for her as well.
If you try to whore in on Eric and push Sookie out of the way, I will, again, eat, kill, and fuck you.
That is all.
The Answer
You know that question everyone asks before they get married? “How do I KNOW he’s the One?” I can answer that.
It’s really very to easy to answer if you’ve ever loved someone. Found that One. But very hard to hear the answer to if you haven’t. So if you ask someone, and they give you their version, and you just tilt your head, and think, “I don’t get it.” THAT is your answer. You haven’t found him. Leave now before you make the biggest mistake of your life.
It’s not about him, or your mother and how much she spent on this wedding, or all those guests, or your best friend in this big puffy pink dress you forced her to wear.
It’s about YOU, it’s about what you want. You get ONE life. Live it the way you want. Don’t let anything stand in your way. Not fear, or guilt, or money, or anything or anyone else. If you want it, go after it.
I let my One get away. But he didn’t get away, he was pushed. I got scared, I let fear destroy me, and look at where I am. I cry a lot. I find strength enough to get out of bed and wear a smile for the right people. But, boy, when I’m alone. Something presses down onto my chest. My eyes burn. I can’t quite seem to get a full breath. I can’t quite seem to hold my head up off the pillow. I lay in my misery and I pray. People think I don’t pray anymore. That I don’t talk to God.
I pray. I talk to Him every day. And It’s always the same question. Why leave me here, in this impending misery, that grows each day I’m away from him, Why leave me here? Just take me. This is not life. This is a hollow mockery of what I was with him. Even as I write, that familiar feeling in my throat returns. The feeling something is wrapped around it and it constricting slowly. Please God, just keep going. Take my breath. Take my heartbeat. Take my pain and my life with it. I don’t want it without him. There is nothing left. It went with him.
My eyes drift close as another day moves to an end. And I am still here. Still breathing, still blinking tears. Still existing in this ghost of a life. I used to think it was like he died. But now I know it was me.
This is not Abby’s story. This is Mine. ~Patty
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Look, @DemonXDiantha! It’s a wet pussy! @QuinnTiger
*gigglesnorts*
And the Love/Sex advice has invaded formspring. Just one more way for you to ask us questions!!! GOGOGOGOGO http://formspring.me/LoveSexAbbyPam
~~Music for the broken hearted~~
Recently had your heart broken? I’m not talking about being dumped, I’m talking about the can’t-eat, can’t-sleep, can’t-breathe, nothing looks or feels the same, how do I get out of bed, “every song is him” kind of broken heart. The kind of pain you can actually feel.
Well, I’ve put together two playlists: One for the “Cry It Out” kind of girl, and one for the “Pissed Off” kind of girl. Or maybe you’re both? Either way, music can be very theraputic. So, enjoy!
Cry it Out: If You’re Not The One, Daniel Bedingfield; Your Body Is a Wonderland, John Mayer; Tonight I’m Gonna Cry, Keith Urban; What Hurts The Most, Rascal Flatts; Bring Me To Life, Evanescence; Here Comes Goodbye, Rascal Flatts; Sorry Seems To Be The Hardest Word, Elton John; Tim McGraw, Taylor Swift; How, Maroon 5; Won’t Go Home Without You, Maroon 5; Fucking Perfect, Pink.
Get Over It/Get Even: Before He Cheats, Carrie Underwood; Picture To Burn, Taylor Swift; Undo It, Carrie Underwood; You Never Call Me (When You’re Sober), Evanescence; So What, Pink; Cry Me A River, Justin Timberlake; You Learn, Alanis Morrisette; You Oughta Know, Alanis Morrisette; Let It Burn, Usher; Misery, Pink and Steven Tyler; Fighter, Christina Aguilera.
My personal favorite is Bring Me To Life, it helps you see things in a different light. Or at least it did me. I listen to that song every morning. I also listen to Bryan White a lot. I know he’s country, but his music is so clean and refreshing and fun, it’s the only thing that makes me smile some days.
And I’ll say this, if you really loved him/her, there is no getting over, just living with the loss. Things will just hit you, a song, a smell, a memory, sometimes a commercial. You’ll think “Oh, no” and there he is again, at the forefront of your mind. Don’t be afraid to feel hurt all over again. But, you only have one life. Enjoy it. You never know what can happen.
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*smiles* Attention Fangtasia Guests
@Fang_Pam and I will be available all night to answer your love or sex questions. So please, pick the leather or the lace, but ask away. *smiles and sits in my chair*
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Dear Abby says that people should congratulate other people on such occasions as wedding and births. So congratulations on the little breather. -Wrinkles my nose at the smell-
~Pam
Birth Announcement!
Andrew Gage Reese, born February 8th, 2011 at 9:34 PM to Crosby Reese and Abby Reese of Shreveport.
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-Smirks- Now darling’s this is how you make a girl scream.
~From Pam
Lie back sweetheart and think of Estonia
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Pam’s Story:
My life as a human is nothing what you breathers go through now. Humans in my time had a dress code, the women especially. Marriages were arranged, you could never be alone with a man otherwise your reputation would be tarnished and you were
considered unmarriageable. You humans think you have it so hard, try having your family arrange to marry you off to someone who could be your grandfather. So, I rebeled as I often do when someone tries to control me.
One night I slipped out after bedtime to meet with a man I had only met that night at a ball my parents had thrown for my engagement party. After our little rendevoux, in which my virginity stayed intact -winks- I was stopped just around the corner from my home but a very tall man with long blond hair and piercing blue eyes. I remember at that moment I had never seen anyone look that gorgeous or perfect.
His voice was smooth and welcoming as he held his hand out to me and promised me he could make it all go away, that I could live the life I deserved. He told me he could tell I wasn’t born to marry or have children but that I was meant to be at his side always. So I did what any woman does when looking into the eyes of Eric Northman. I said yes and Eric became my first sexual expierence with a man.
Shortly before dawn while in the throes of passion, he sank his fangs into my neck and drained me. Three nights later, I rose his child and he my maker. For sixty-five years I stayed at Eric’s side and together we wreaked havoc on all who crossed us. Our time as lovers ended 10 years after it started but even then I remain loyal to him and enjoyed being by his side. Around the 70th year, I left his side to venture out on my own.
I had fun but vampires then were still hidden away and keeping my secret was a must. If I wanted to stay in one area for longer than a few days, I had to be careful with who I fed on. Then the Japenese came out with that vile synthetic blood and shortly before we came out to the world, Eric called me back to his side. He had recently purchased a building and wanted toopen up a club after we came out. He said we could capitalize on the vampire genre of today. So we refurbished and opened upFangtasia.
The night we came out, Eric held me in his arms as we stood watching the news. I’m a bitch and a damn good one. My maker taught me well and being a vampire is what I was born and bred for. Pleasures of the flesh with a man or women is something I know a lot about. When you live as long as I will and as long as Eric has you learn to be creative. -winks-
Now, what do you all wish to know about sex. I put Dr. Ruth to shame, so ask away!
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