Today: worked. Archived "Gabriel's Woman" at
Dulcissime. Got a plot bunny for Julian-fic.
Tomorrow: work and Mike.
Plus... I gave in and played the Googlesearch game.
Christina is on the cover of the May edition of Jane Magazine!
(Wow. Was that what that cover shoot was all about?)
Christina is one of the brightest new stars in the pop industry.
(My agent says such flattering things.)
Christina is #8 on this year's list, which can be found in the May issue of Maxim.
(Only ‘cuz I look hot wet, in a bikini, and
very airbrushed.)
Christina is a ten year practitioner of Homeopathy.
(Homeo-
what?)
Christina is highly motivated, amazingly productive, hard working, and extremely fast.
(In other words, I’m a robot.)
Christina is in a canopied bed one early morning, voraciously reading by candlelight to acquire knowledge.
(Morning… candlelight… voraciously? Who wrote this, a cheap romance novelist?)
Christina is not at this point permanently exiled from Sweden.
(They were rather lenient on those espionage charges. Whew.)
Christina is crowned queen, but also subjected to years of Lutheran sermons which she despises.
(Actually, they were Southern Baptist sermons. I bet the antichrist will be a Southern Baptist.)
Christina is shaken by the news that her possessive boyfriend may be wanted for the
murder of an ex-girlfriend and also recently impregnated a sleazy underage girl.
(Michael, I’m gonna kill you.)
Christina is the spirit of divine wisdom, Sapientia, to which the golden apple refers, guiding nature and the world.
(I could get used to that.)
Christina is very bright and assertive, a go-get-‘em kind of woman.
(Want. Take. Have. It’s a very simple philosophy.)
Christina is better- Britney is a stupid dumb ass whore!
(A whore she may be, but have you seen her checkbook?)
Christina is a 24 year old demon wanna-be.
(Actually, I’m an 18 year old demon wannabe, but thanks for playing.)
Christina is smart and probably not promiscuous at all.
(Um, thanks for speculating.)
Christina is often loud and bossy, though she can be redirected.
(You’re damn right, now go clean my room, bitch… ooh, chocolate.)
Christina is</b> here for a powerful purpose.
(That purpose being?)
Christina is providing shelter for endangered birds and wildlife on her head.
(I admit that I look a little rough in the morning, but that’s a bit much.)
Christina is a highly talented athlete with the ability to play several postions
including, pitcher, shortstop, left, center, and right field.
(Actually, I only pitch, play first and outfield.)
Christina is the protagonist in the story.
(‘Cause I’m such a goody goody.)
Christina is young, vain, obviously flirtatous, and bounces between
love ballads, horomonal pop, and Mariah-like solo techniques.
(Actually, I pretty much stick to moody acoustics and opera.)
Christina is a very special young lady who encourages and inspires just about everyone she meets.
(Inspires them to jump off a cliff, that is.)
Christina is deliberately hating everything that she did and was before she turned 16 or 17.
(Nah. More like 11 or 12.)
When
Christina is twenty one she will inherit a large sum of money she will marry Mark.
(But I can’t marry Mark. Jamie’s gonna marry Mark, and Mike would be very upset with me.)
Christina is a beautiful piercing,but I recommend it being done professionally.
(Apparently, a Christina is also a clitoral piercing. Not a very attractive one either… especially not when done with barbells. Ouch.)
Christina is, to be sure, one of the seven signs that Armageddon is at hand.
(Hee. That just made me very happy. Excuse me while I go turn the sea to blood.)
Christina is such a cute little Lesbian.
(Well, not a Lesbian, per say… it’s just that I’m with a woman with a penis, as Heather likes to say.)
Christina is trapped in a loveless marriage to the German prince Hans, who is a philanderer and doesn't really care how his wife feels about it.
(Oh, the tragic lives of we aristocrats.)
Christina is among the most qualified leaders in the world.
(So why am I not in charge of the country instead of farmboy Dubya?)
Christina is the woman for me.
(Oh baby, yes I am.)
Hee.
