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Well, you get the picture. We're still expected to live up to this whole Night-Feeding Barbie image--perfect figure, perfect hair, perfect clothes, perfect incisors--and procreate, hunt for the family, and make sure little Morticia doesn't color on the walls and baby Vlad doesn't eat the eyes off his Count Dracula doll.
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Lime green is so not my color I'm a winter, and anything out of my range makes me look, well, dead. Once my ad runs in all of the local papers, the masses will be climbing over one another to get to my office I'm picturing a half-off sale at Barney's.
First on my list is finding an apartment. To save them from the jaws of isolation and deliver them into the warm, comforting embrace of. Pure vampires those born rather than made are an ambitious, take-charge-and-make-things-happen race, and so most of us are filthy rich.
Genius runs in my family ever heard of Marie Curie? You've probably guessed by now that I'm not like most other vamps.
As for the Dockers. So you can see why the thought of spending eternity gainfully employed in the family business is enough to make me want to stake myself.
Not that I'm worried. I love everything about it, from that first initial glance between two strangers, to the earth-shattering moment when both realize that they are meant to be together forever deep sigh.
I, on the other hand, haven't had a decent date in the past one hundred years, much less found Count Right, so my life is a bit simpler. I know, I know. For the typical committed female vampire, that is.
My favorite holiday is Valentine's Day, and I have a heart-shaped tattoo at the left side of my bikini line.
Let's just say life is tough for any woman, and Christian dating counselor isn't much better. After all, a girl's gotta eat okay, so this girl's gotta keep up her supply of MAC bronzing powder, but you get the idea.