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Dreams and Speed Dating [Sep. 8th, 2005|03:34 pm]
Lord Voldemort
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I had a stupid dream last night and I owe it all to some of my newer, younger and dumber, minions!

During a refreshment break at our last DE Meeting, I overheard two of them talking about that blasted Club Crabbe was on about one day. That Club Immeritus, or whatever. They said they have some party room of sorts, a, a Chat Room that RAWKS! (Their words, not mine, I assure you!) Then they went on and on about someone named "Mag"...(cool name, I admit, but really!) They talked of her as if she's some sort of God or something. At one point, I know I heard "Fo Shizzle". Granted, I really have no idea of its meaning, but I figured this Mag could prove to be quite the Adversary (unlike that dimwitted Potter!) if I didn't wrangle her in quickly. So...being the stealthy Evil Lord I am, I back-doored this Chat Room last night, and hovered about, unbeknownst to those there. Those idiot minions of mine were right, however. Mag IS something! She can hover as well! I didn't even notice her either until her words appeared out of thin air, seemingly on their own. The Chatters (club talk) adore her...they even have changed some netslang: OMG! is now OMM! I was quite intrigued, to say the least. She left the Room long before I did. I lingered for quite some time and learned all about some new-fangled magic--Skype.

It was very late when I finally pulled myself out of there, which I'm sure is what lead me to my dream--- I was sitting alone in front of my computer. The only light was from my monitor. It was kinda like that little girl who sits in front of the television in that movie Poltergeist? Anyway, I had my speakers on and was awaiting my first "Skype"...Nothing was happening, though, just some background noise was coming from the speakers. I waited. And waited. Finally, I couldn't take it, so I said Are you there Mag? It's me, Margaret. Then suddenly, without warning, my monitor went black and this appeared:


Followed by the sweetest, evil laugh blaring through my speakers!  I almost peed myself with glee!  It made me giggle---THAT'S right! I said giggle.  Out loud apparently, because before I knew it Nagini was waking me asking if I knew I was giggling. I was quite perturbed with Nagini for that. She woke me just before I began singing "I Think I Love You" by David Cassidy (that Partridge Family is a hoot!) to Mag via Skype.

Well..that's it. Now, there are a few WTF?'s here that I don't know if any of you picked up on. First, who the hell is Margaret?? Second, I DO NOT giggle! Third, I DO NOT sing. Ever. Fourth, I love no one. Fifth, David Cassidy bites. Finally, why..WHY was I so disturbed at not being able to sing to Mag??

Stupid minions.

What else is going on? Let's see...oh, yea...I almost forgot. Sev has been going on and on and on about this Speed Dating thing happening at the FrogSpawn this weekend. I think I'm going to check it out. Afterall, I am a man, I do have needs, and it's been a long, long ti....WHAT? It could happen!




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