Disclaimer: One day, I will rule the world, and everyone will bow before me, and I will buy the rights…but that day is not today.
Warnings: Same as before. And don't bitch, Harry will come in due time!
Apr. 11, 2012,
St. Gabriel's Home for the Mentally Disturbed, Room 13, Right wing
I swear, I'm going to die in this place! There is no, absolutely no sex to be had in this joint! I mean, sure, some of the nurses are hot, but none of them are dumb enough to fuck an abusive nut job. And there are some pretty seriously fine innies here, but, um, they're fucking crazy! No joke, there are some fucking psycho bitches in here!
There's this one chick, by the name of Katylynn Browne, who is pretty much the HBIC around here, and also the reason I spend the minimum possible amount of time outside my room. She was given a restraining order for obsessively stalking her ex, and now that she's here, she seems to have set her sights on me. Now, normally, I have no problem whatsoever being ardently pursued by a hot, confident chick, but Katylynn "Call-me-Katy-or-else" Brown…well, let's just say too ardently pursued by a too confident chick, which is a shame, cuz the hot part…damn, she's got it covered.
But you know what the weirdest, part of it is? Her ex was girl. Yup, dearest Katy was a lezzie, and, again, I must say that under normal circumstances, and only a hunter would call blowing into a bar to relieve some tension after slaughtering some supernatural S.O.B "normal circumstances", but if it were, I would have no problem at all get all up in there, cuz, seriously, lezzies are hot.
But see, Katy seems to think that her problem with stalking her significant others, apparently there have been other exes, has to do with the fact that she's only dated girls, and, damn him, her psychiatrist seems to agree and encourage her attempts to claim my attention, sexually, that is. Problem? Katy has no idea how to do so.
Katylynn is a lezzie, born to a lezzie couple, who had mostly lezzie or bi girlfriends, in both usages of the word, and thus has little to experience with how things work girl to guy, instead of girl to girl. I mean, it's obvious, painfully so, that she's seen a couple of movies and tries to copy some methods, but apparently her obsessive traits always had her busy with things other than watching TV, so when she comes tripping up to me in attempts to seduce me…she bungles it up, bad. But, even if she didn't, there is still one little factor turning me off of her.
She's stark-raving, batshit, bonking nuts. Apparently, we all are. I'm reminded of that weird, acid-trippy children's book and movie that Sammy loved and pretended not to, Alice in Wonderland. And, lately, whenever I close my eyes, I see the Cheshire cat's honking huge yellowed grin and sly eyes, and I can hear his raspy voice echoing in my head.
"We're all mad here…"
TBC…
AN: Here's the next bit, and due to a complaint/suggestion from Angelwarrior1, I have decided to update 3 times on every 3rd day (maybe!) instead of everyday. So you have her to thank…or, at least, I think it's a her? *shrugs* It's so hard to tell. I'm a girl, just in case any of you had doubts.