Lying

Trust me. I know perfectly well when's the right/appropriate time to lie & when I should tell the truth.
No, my problem's far simpler. (Or maybe not. I really can't tell.)
I just can't tell the difference between the truth, IN REALITY, & the truth that's all in my head.
So, of course, I always tell the truth. The whole truth & nothing BUT the truth(as I remember it anyway. It's NOT my fault that truth almost always turns out to be the one that's most advantageous to moi! Still, it's MY truth.)
Heh.

Who me heartless?! NEVER.

Who me heartless?! NEVER.
It's so damn amusing that the sister recently called me a "heartless egoistic jerk". I mean, I do have a heart, non? of course I have a heart. How else would I LOVE myself otherwise? It's a conscience I lack. & frankly, I really don't give a fuck. Why should I anyway?!
MidNight The Magnificent
Now & forever.
NEVER GONE...

Laugh. Anyone. Anything. Nothing is sacred.

Laugh. Anyone. Anything. Nothing is sacred.

As far as I'm concerned, there's just no point to humour if you can't make somebody the (often hurtful)butt of the joke AND hurt that person's feelings! Heh. & of course, in telling jokes at everyone's expense, one has to be able to withstand being the BUTT of the joke too, sometimes! Me? I always laugh. At anybody's & EVERYBODY's expense. Including my own. Who cares if it's hurtful as long as it's FUNNY?!
MAWHAHAHAHA!
Cheers,
MidNight
P.S.
Yes, mAyEeEeEeEeE, I'm finally updating my blog. I ain't going to blog shit about my daily life though. Who wants to hear about that?! That can wait till LATER. WHEN(not IF)I'm rich & famous!
Mawhahahahaha!

More Totally Random Musings...

More Totally Random Musings...
It's so amusing when I went out for dinner recently at a restaurant that the family & I used to go by quite often.
There's been rather a lot of staff changes since the last time we went by.
& the hilarious thing is that ALL the new servers addressed me as "Sir". The old staff (those who recognized me/us on sight were slightly mortified & apologized profusely) even as Evil Twin was setting off fireworks inside me.["Recognition! Finally!"]
Frankly, I don't give a fuck.
In fact, I'd be so much happier being mistaken for a man(Yes, Evil Twin, I love you too.)than a female bimbo(especially the type the stupid [blood] sister is. YUCK!).
Cheers,
MidNightTheMagnificent

Dream? Who needs to SLEEP to dream?!

Dream? Who needs to SLEEP to dream?!
In the mother's bid to STOP me "sleepwalking" through my life in a dream-haze, she's
1) taken away the earpieces to my mp3 player, so now, there's no longer portable music on the go(but which I don't really care about much since I've already PERFECTED the art of turning up the music in MY head to drown them all out. Lately, I'm favoring Iron Maiden. UP THE IRONS!)

& 2) stopped me from sleeping in the afternoons. [That's fine by me too. I don't need to SLEEP to dream.] BUT! The next time you see me with panda eye rings, it's all that wicked bitch's fault.
After all, I have to answer the call when my muse comes a-knocking. Even when she only visits in the middle of the night. & frankly, I wouldn't have it any other way.
Cheers,
MidNightTheMagnificent
P.S.
Not that any of my friends would actually get to see me lately. My life is pathetic. It's official. I now have more (imaginary?) friends on the internet than in real life. Again, that wicked BITCH's fault. Sigh...

Fevered Delusional Ravings & Rantings

Fevered Delusional Ravings & Rantings

Oh yes. Bloody hell. Have been sick. Yes, me, MidNight The Magnificent. S. I. C. K. Ugh. Feeling damned awful. Pounding headache. Sore throat. No strength in limbs. Even the damned pen was feeling heavy as I wrote that. Mind's delirious with ideas though...

Hair.
I really can't stand guys with longer hair than me. Yes, I'm speaking as the Female. With Testerone. who's got a crew cut now, & yes, that includes all you rock stars out there with an ass-length mane. (How do you live with it, man!? Psychos.) Of course, those who truly know me will say that I can't stand other boys/men/people anyway, in which situation, I rest my case. What more the fucking hell can I say? I love ME! Mawhahahahahaha!

Cheers,
MidNight

P.S.
Oh, & Vector? Signing out button is at the top right corner of your screen. Savvy?
Cheers!

Pregnant Women?

Pregnant Women?
I never dare ask a woman if she's pregnant until I see an actual baby popping out of her. I mean, she could always just be a really REALLY fat woman.
Even worse! "SHE" could actually be a MAN! (Yes, I really dig Some Like It Hot. Still cracks me up every single time. Oops. I just gave away the twist, did I?)
Haha!
~MidNightTheMagnificent