more Rob Thurman goodness
Jul. 29th, 2007 02:31 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
meganbmooreBut first, the cover to book 3, Madhouse, coming out in March:
Very nice...as long as she doesn't end up some sort of romantic rival.
1. I look amazing today. I mean, yes, I always look amazing, but I'm especially devastatingly gorgeous today. Good for me.
2. Remind annoyingly dull cleaning service that the footprints on my headboard and the ceiling over my bed aren't going to wipe themselves off, now are they?
3. Call Hippocrates and ask will Weed-B-Gone cure a meadow nymph STD or do more harm than good.
4. Make up mind as to whether to find out why both Leandros brothers are sniffing your hair suspiciously or just enjoy the process
5. Ask Niko where I can get a brief case marked Super Sexy Boogeyman Slayer too.
6. I mean, honestly, I just look *damn* amazing today.
7. Pay the next installment to goth/emo kids to continue chasing Cal down the street.
8. Decide whether best description for my ass is rock hard or sculpted in marble. Decisions. Decisions.
9. Block Paris Hilton's phone number. Bitch...please.
10. Seriously, could I actually look more amazing? Even in an alternate dimension? I think not.
11. Contact lawyer and find out why I'm not on a book cover yet.
12. Steal a pair of Niko's underwear while he deals with exploding kitchen.
13. Rom are smart. Greek are smart. Auphe are smart. What happened with Cal?
14. Did I mention how absolutely amazing I look today?
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Monday afternoon: eat adorable puppies
Monday night: cackle insanely on the roof of a Kin warehouse until they piss themselves.
Tuesday morning: watch adorable toddlers cavorting in a park
Tuesday afternoon: eat adorable toddlers
Tuesday afternoon: eat annoying female breeders who object to the eating of adorable toddlers
Tuesday night: Bingo. Bring lucky human's foot.
Wednesday morning: See lawyer about writing Cousin Caliban out of the will. What with him spoiling our remaking of the world, he is on my list o' shit.
Wednesday afternoon: Find new lawyer as previous one died of fright.
Wednesday night: Find new lawyer as yet another one died of....oh, the hell with it. Kill Caliban instead.
Thursday morning: sleep in and digest three dead lawyers.
Thursday afternoon: concoct a cunnning plan to gate Caliban to the heart of the sun to burn unto death.
Thursday night: This is more difficult than it appears. The Sun is far away. See if local bookstore has Demonic Astronomical Maps for Dummies book. Also, mutilate then eat barrista who charged me 5.25 for a caramel macchiato with whipped cream.
Friday morning: The Ellen Show is on. She is such a good, wholesome person that she simply must be eaten...however, I *do* love that dancing.
Friday afternoon: Will allow Ellen to live only because I'm still full from the lawyers and the barrista, not because I like her dancing....which is quite entertaining.
Friday night: Go to club where scrawny blond female breeder is screaming someone named Robin has blocked her number. Hear explosion two blocks over. See streams of black dressed underdeveloped humans racing up and down the street in search of something. See vendor selling Super Sexy Boogeyman Slayer T-shirts outside the window. See a familiar Puck running down the sidewalk waving a pair of human undergarment over his head in victory.
Go home, vow to stop buying and sniffing Wolvesbane from the Kin. Curl in ball and cry for my mommy. I really wish I hadn't eaten her.
ETA: Blade of the Immortal spoilers in the comments.