Yes, I am a fan of Anne's! And thank you for the Claudia compliment?

(I'm also pissed at my youngest brother for being her birthday twin, but that's neither here nor there.)

And of course, he would definitely be my Louis. And you can't have just the two of us alone, so if we were to be in a tumultuous relationship with another vamp, who else would be Lestat than Béla himself?

I often have dreams once in a while that are very IWTV-themed, and in my dreams, we all lay in our coffins in the same room, whereas I'm always sleeping in the same coffin as mon sauvage. Through the cracked coffin lid, Béla watches us as we smile and embrace each other, and he seems so defeated.

And in my dreams, he seems unusually sad around me, but he knows damn well that I'm not for him. He seems like a neglected pup, and he tries so hard to get me to like him, and in my dreams, he's clingy to the point where I hate it. But what's even funnier is that Boris himself tells me to be kinder to Béla and humor him.

There's just so many funny and dark (and I mean really dark) scenarios that run through my head when I sleep or daydream. Even Basil and Peter enter the equation sometimes. Poor Peter more or less is Molloy, and he can't seem to understand how we all operate as a whole. In my dreams, he seems so scared of me, and I feel bad. I basically make his adorable eyes pop out of his head. 😂

And whenever Béla "disappears" in my dreams or is done away with like Lestat (i.e., slit throat and exsanguinated in absolute violence), it's vampire Basil who always sells me out! He always says, "Please, everyone knew you always hated him. There's no point in lying, my dear girl. You're horrible at procuring a straight face to back your lies."

So yes, I have to give him credit there. I always end up smiling whenever I try to hide something in general, then, of course, in my dreams, the husband and I fight, and all either ends with him calling me a brat and slinging me into the coffin holding me down, or me laughing and leaving him a kiss on his gorgeous tan lips telling him that life without me would be even more unbearable.

So yes, those are the kind of dreams that keep me going. I'm rather macabre in the way I think, especially sometimes in the way I find humorous pleasure in dark humor. After being traumatized throughout the decades, I guess becoming dark and immune to other things has helped significantly?

Pardon my ranting, anon, but oh, was this fun to type out!

I did! I got it cut back in December. My hairstylist is my classmate's older sister, so I knew who she was. She grabbed my hair and said, "Are you sure?"

And of course, I said yes like a fool. The minute I heard the snipping from the scissors, I felt so much hair fall off my head. She took off ten inches!

I really do miss my long hair, but I don't miss the snarls or the split ends. Even though it's healthy now, it'll take me a little bit yet to grow it back to its original length.

At least I didn't choose to go bald like mon sauvage in "Tower of London." My God, I cried when I saw how much he looked like an egg! 😂🥚

That's a good question. I know burial is expensive, but I'd like to be lowered into the earth, wearing a blood-red velvet dress. I want my body to be gently perfumed with accents of pomegranate and rose. I want to wear a large silver locket on a black velvet ribbon around my throat.

As for my heart, I want it removed from my chest. I've already selected an urn in which to place it.

I don't know if by legal obligation they can do it, but I want my heart to be taken overseas and buried in English soil. I'd want red roses either fresh or dead to be buried with my heart. I don't want the machine of my body buried in the soil of this country.