Invasion.

It's my fucking table.

Get
The
Fuck
Out.







Go away.

Nobody wants you.

So, it's Christmas Eve day (well that's a mouthful) and I have only one thing on my mind at the moment:

The Great Henry VS Justin Debate.


Let's list out the pros and cons, shall we?


Henry

Would be charged with rape.

Justin

Would charge me FOR it.

Henry

Complete nerd-hot sexually repressed thing.

Justin

Openly flamboyant, which just turns me on.

Henry

One word: ABSINUNDERWEARSCENE.

Justin

I haven't seen his abs. YET.

Henry

Experienced. Sex is just something he knows. :)

Justin

V-I-R-G-I-N. But so not a bad thing.

Henry

Smart.

Justin

Knows fashion inside out. Ohmygawd, he could take me shopping!

Henry

Likes musicals.

Justin

Musicals are his life. Can sing AND shake it. BOSS! (Donotsayfloss.)

Henry

Straight.

Justin

Quite possibly swinging the other way. ButIheardhegetsagirlfriend!



Hmm. We'll continue this debate later.

i finally changed my shitty, what you probably couldn't even call a blogskin.

love me love me, say that you love me.


Well, i really have nothing to blog about, except that I hope I can actually stick to my new story. Oneshots are my friend, but sometimes I feel like I shortchange these great characters, you know?


i'm sorry to confess that ashlee simpson's debut album is raping my mind, and i have no idea why.

also, i must admit to having overtly visual thoughts about henry. well, maybe with some sound effects too.




It begins with a simple "I can't talk now"
And ends with a simpler goodbye
Soon enough we can count the hi's
And we're where we never wanted to be


excellent version.

You can't live up to what you've been.


Just sometimes.


I feel like having a secret.








Well anyway I was gonna leave it at that but I really hate when people post cryptic things, alright? It just isn't me. I seem to have a lot of trouble with me lately. Me doesn't feel like it's Christmas, Me lies about her favourite things, Me gets pushed over when the real Me is a blazing bulldozer who never shuts up and is the obnoxious know-it-all class head, is able to find her shit when she needs it, and isn't afraid to say what she thinks because she wants approval from the next person and doesn't want to embarrass herself. The real me sings when she feels like it, doesn't hide every single thing, doesn't suppress confrontation, beats up the boys, climbs trees and picks flowers, stoops down to touch mimosa because she can, and runs instead of just walking up the hill, trying to savor it, but really enjoying it.

I guess I like the real Me.

Note: Go to tai.com and please just watch tai tv. it WILL complete you. this is the g-rip sketch I've been waiting for.


After the wait of the century,

The official "HEMUSTBERAPEDDD" List is now here!

And the chosen ones are, starting from 10th place:

10. Aaron Samuels. "Whuuuut?"

9. Cameron the Fan. "HE'S LIKE A HUMAN VERSION OF GEE, OHMYGEE!"

8. Jimmy Bennett (NOTAPAEDO) and Michael Cera tie. MC (LOL)-Like anyone REALLY minds getting knocked up by him.

7. Spike. Vampire insane-mega-hottness.

6. Mark Indelicato. Sexiest surname ever, imo. Marie Indelicato. How can anyone go wrong with that last name? Plus, the boy can shake it. And is apparently a real life shopaholic. OH YEAH.

5. James Marsden. He is ridiculously genetically blessed. I would do him many times over. I don't mind a serenade or two, either.

4. Lucas Grabeel. Sexxx sounds, moves and looks.

3. McLovin. Personifying nerd-hot. Actually, nerd=hot and he just works it. He's too sexy.


DRUMROLL, PLEASE.

First runner up.

2. Guy Ripley. He'll be your Guy, and show you his orgasm face for free, too.


AND FINALLY...


1. Mika! I'm sorry, but you people do KNOW me. He can employ me as his ahem, personal slave.



Super random "Hot Girls" List.

10. Amy Adams.

9. Danielle Panabaker

8. Hayley Williams

7. Sara Paxton

6. Lizzy Caplan

5. Alison Sudol

4. Tracy Philips

3. Victoria Asher

2. Emily Browning

1. Angie Beckett.

If anything, it only made the love affair stronger.

God's laughing at me right now, isn't he.

I have to go back to real life now. And it's going to seem all the worse because just for those few hours, EVERYTHING WAS OKAY. I felt like the world's best fuckup and I loved living and all that mattered was the music and it was so loud it pounded in my chest and through my head and they just stood there giving us everything.

I can't listen to any mcr song without crying now, or at least seriously having to block the tears. But it's all I can listen to. I can't even listen to mika anymore.

I'm sorry, I just can't do it anymore. I don't care about people and your stupid little problems and whatever bitchy things you're going to say or whatever shit you're whining about because it'll never compare to this.

My Chemical Romance, you are my everything.


Okay I'll stop whining and tell you about the concert. Pictures at the very end, and I have video if you want it. This is gonna be really long, jsyk. I want to remember every detail. It's more for me than you, really.

The meeting. Okay.

Well, there was only one door and we were all lined up against the walls and we spazzed everytime the door opened. I dropped my shit alot. Then they finally came in and frank was carrying a yellow (open) umbrella. so rad. then i forgot my birthday, basically. then they sat down -no bob :(- and then it started.

While I waited, I noticed Gerard looked really PMS-ey and somewhat pissed. Like he hated meet and greets. I don't care though, they've been on tour a long time and he's stressed. I hope he gets back to his old self.

I was the first one out of the second batch (each batch 10 people). Fuck I was so nervous. Started off with frank on the right side. I spazzed.

Frank: Hi
Me: Um... hehehe... hi
-handshake AHH-
Frank's marker is out and ready to sign stuff.
-Me fumbles with stuff-
Me: Uh, I have something for you, hehehe... -hands him tiny shitty drawing off him with a jetpack guitar-
Frank is amused and prolly laughing at the "this is a jetpack guitar and not breaking wind as it looks like :)"
Frank: Aw thank you... jet pack guitar... I'm gonna have to develop that... get me one of those!
Me: -smiles ridiculously- thank you -hands him purple construction paper T_T i know-
Frank: Sign here guys? -referring to the paper-
Me: -Nods- Yeah... thank you

Mikey was next. Shit that man is beautiful. Pictures will never do him any justice, he is insane gorgeous. I SEE WHY PEOPLE ARE IN LOVE WITH HIM NOW. I GET IT. I REALLY DO.

-handshake (nice arms, mikey. all toned) and hi's-
-hands him picture of him with x ray vision and sitting in a catmobile-
-Mikey looks at it and puts on random southern accent-: Cat-mow-beel... awl riiight...
Me: Hehehe in honour of bunny marie way...
Mikey: thanks :D -blinding smile-

He signs it and i move onto ray with whom my encounter was the shortest.

I shake ray's hand. He has rly hairy arms. I grin and stare at his fro unconsciously and then give him my drawinf of him on a fro cloud and closing his eyes in holy fro prayer. Ray signs my paper. I think I said I'm marie to him. or to mikey. or both. well, one of them said "hi marie."

I unconsciously am already moving closer to gee as i steal looks at bored gee LOL.

Ray: Thanks!
Me: I'm sorry i can't draw fros. I apologise.
Ray: Naw that's alright -peers at drawing-

Gee. Who is like looking around the room like a squinty shifty eyes emoticon. He's amazingly vampire beautiful. And in real life his eyes are just so intense. and they just sparkle too, no matter how bored he looks. he could burn through metal with that stare. and his skin is yes, very very pale.

-after handshakes and my spasmodic laughter and saying hi-
Me:HI. ... HI. HERE I DREWTHISFORYOUCUZIKNEWYOUGUYSLIKESUPERHEROES!!!!
Gee: Oh. Cool.
Me: THISISGROUPLETTER... FOR YOU GUYS... MISS BOB! -randomly pumps fists into the air- horrible facepalm moment.
Gee: Oh okay thanks. (well it sounded more like "aw okay thaankya"
Me: um... sorry. I know this is super random. but. um. um. WOULDYOUSAYIPODFORME?
Gee: um, alright. aye-pahd.
me: THANK Y- gets ushered away by guard.

The tall dude then ushers me to the corner so "he can fit ten people there". I meanwhile collpse against the wall and fan myself and spazz. and get annoyed how gee didn't even write his name just "Thanks! XOXO"

Then we took a picture in our batch of ten with the guys. I stood just A FEW INCHES away from ray toros loverly hair. I admit I stared at all the tops of their heads. Frank's hair is normal, if a little sparse, mikey has rly flat pantene-esque hair, ray's is godlike and bouncy and insane ringlets :D and gee's is in serious need of a wash/brush session. It's also a little sparse like frank's.

Overall, they were amazing. I mean yea, the gerard rumours are true, but after that night I love them ALL infinity as much. and heck I fulfilled my ipod dream. I never thought i'd actually have the balls to do it.


Now onto the performance.


There were condom balloons.

After a fuck long wait, they began with This Is How I Disappear. I had a feeling they'd begin with it. I lost my hearing within that song but didn't care. The mosh pit was fucking scary. Couldn't breathe, people were fainting and vomiting, and the guy next to me was drunk, and the girls a row down complained of a guy perving on them and molesting them.

They played (not in order): Give Em Hell, Kid (my favourite revenge song, it makes me feel like i can just go be young and reckless), I'm Not Okay, I Don't Love You (I was singing along and I forgot the title, yes I was that excited), Helena, Prison (I want the boys to take off their shirts and swing em round like this! -swings random white towel from wiping his face- I think some guys stripped too excitedly HAHA but I didn't see any, sad to say.), Welcome To The Black Parade (we all sang like motherfuckers!), Desert Song, something random to show off Gee's voice with a piano, Sleep, Dead!, Teenagers -MOSH!!!-, Mama, House Of Wolves (one of my favourite tbp songs!), Cancer, Cemetery Drive, and ended off with an amazing Famous Last Words.

Somewhere in there gee managed to flash his pink panties three times and I rolled my eyes up in orgasm. And he licked his hand. No frerard action though. and his voice got all freaky and reminded me of what I do with my own voice sometimes O_O during Mama. like "a surprise party? for me? you shouldn't have..." or was that at the beginning? It's all a blur... and ray and gee smoked at the side during the break. at least gee looked happy then...

I thought my moshing capacity was only like 20 minutes, I was wrong. I moshed the hell out of myself and the people behind me, even when they stopped. Nausea? Nobody gives a fuck!

When it ended, I was so disoriented. I couldn't hear anything and I kept losing Sharon and Cassie -who lost her shit in the pit. I'm sorry i was so unhelpful :(-

bought a shirt and leon found me thurr. so he bought one and after walking out i remembered nadia and ran back to get her a shirt tuu.

i love the smell of the shirt. I want the smell to stay there forever :'(

went to eat with leon then he dropped me home after getting annoyed by my severe bopping -IT'S A LIE- and singing mcr in the car.


Gee had so many inspirational quotes. :'(

I'm all for starting a band, gee.

I love you guys so much. I hope you read my letter. Gee, don't chuck it. As I said in my letter: live your lives first and foremost, because you don't owe us fans anything. In fact, you've given us more than enough. i can't live without your music. thank you for what you've given me. this is barely a footnote in fan letters, but it's all i can do to give back.


Okay. Picture and video time. I warn you, the sound be shit.



















<-- random piano.
<-- Gee showin off dem vocals.
<-- Teenagers babeh! surprisingly good for my phone, sound and visual. SHAKE IT GEE. it jumps in the middle cuz i paused it halfway.
<-- Frightening screaming from fans and the beginning of sleep.
<-- more of sleep.
<-- No idea what this even is, but lots of great mikey shaking it footage. LOL.
<-- Cancer
<-- I'm pretty sure the first loud shrill rabid scream you hear is me. -AHHHEEEEEE- Anyway, Desert Song.
<-- FLW BABEHH
<-- MORE FLW! and some of gee touching his ass.
<-- ENDING OF THE CONCERT :'( x infinity
<-- Wtf?
<-- Randomly videoing the awesome boxes with the MCR stamped on the side. Result of post-concert confusion.



And that concludes it.

My first ever MCR concert.

Not my last by a long shot.


I'll never forget.

Before you read my thoroughly depressing blog post, watch this. I loved this movie at the height of my dance passion. I still adore it AND i remember the steps. Lol. It's amazing. The songs are great too. I had canned heat stuck in my head for eight years before finally finding out it was canned heat and not candy. amazing.



I feel horrible. Like for no reason, though there are quite a number.

first one being mcr not showing up at the airport and instead going by bus. midas said so. some fools decided to run to the causeway without even knowing where to go. saw someone who looked suspiciously like lyn z at the airport. can't confirm if it was her or not, but she had a damn big entourage, and she was tattoo-ey, so maybe. think she got a haircut? if it really was her then she's very skinny in person. I couldn't say though. suspicious, especially since she pointed and stoned at all the fans pressing our shirts up against the arrival hall windows. MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE lined out x 20. though I heard she wasn't supposed to be in asia. also it looked too bitchy to be her. doubt it. anyway. i realise that lyn z does look sweet. i seem to be becoming more receptive to people lately. =/

all that 5.30am usage of my stalking skills to find out the flight details gone to waste.

Oh well, at least I can rewrite my letter now. and I'll do my random superhero drawings, even if they're crap compared to cassie's and sharon's.

sharon kept giving me fucking false alarms and increasing my bloody heart rate. I also got car sick on the way to the fucking airport. three hours i'll never get back. but i get that there are circumstances.

I promise to bring Nadia back a surprise. D:

I have so many spare tickets now, for chrissakes.

anyway. just saw lucas grabeel's new video. it's heck weird and annoyingly repetitive but I still like it. you know why? because lucas+sex noises= i can't refuse it. not to mention gyrating against a statue and stroking it. the song is all throaty and hot and orgasmic.




Oh my god. it's 1.16am. that means in 18 hours i'll be on my way to the biggest night of my life.

So... why do I feel all shitty?

Disappointment is a horrible thing to have.


Lalala kino needs to find Nick and Norah's. They couldn't even find it on their own bookshelves. Losers. I settled just for the new it girl novel. I love cecily von ziegesar. she cranks these things out like street crack.


I haven't written anything at all lately, except for a crap poem.

anyway. i thought this was amusing.

1. Ray Toro
276 up, 27 down
Guitarist//backup vocalist of My Chemical Romance. Has nice, fleecy hair .. on his head.

Person: Which member of My Chemical Romance are you?
RAY TORO: I AM RAY TORO.
Person: Where's the rest of your band?
RAY TORO: They are nesting in my hair.


i'm scarily excited. I wish cassie were online to tell me everything's okay.

Okay, it's time to blog about yesterday! *dances*

Went to the second black parade meeting. Child labor. and the phone they gave us is one of those annoying shit simple ones with NO FEATURES -.- pfft.

Was in the middle of handing out flyers when Cassie popped up! :D

I'm still stupidly quiet though. Fng it.

Fng is my new word. COPYRIGHT!!!!

Laughed alot at this kid and his brother in led zeppelin/ seven dwarves t-shirts who humped the pole things on the side of cineleisure. began to appreciate the people who give out flyers. tis a self-esteem crushing job. saw a mohinder lookalike dealing crack on the street to this old, petite chinese man who then proceeded to run across the traffic-filled street. SUSPICIOUS, I SAY.

Anyway. after that, hippity-hopped over to HMV to purchase vivaaaa! contemplated getting almost here, but didn't. Cassie did, and loudly proclaimed that she could afford it. SAW A SCISSOR SISTERS CALENDER, MOFO. $53 bucks. wish I'd brought more money. Cashie told me she saw a groo calendar in vivo and wanted to buy it for me but it was gone. which reminds me I need to work on her present. SHI JIAN KUAI YAO DAO!

I'm finally getting into Christmas spirit. took me long enough. It's my favourite time of year, but everything seems more =/ every year.


TWO DAYS, OMG. But I don't know what'll happen about seeing them at the airport. gah. my god. i was at the thing,and when she gave me my neon green pass, i just stood there and stared. My god.


Anyhows. This is dedicated to the very special friends I love. Please read the song. It's how I feel about you people! Embrace! EMBRAAAACE!



GLINDA
I've heard it said
That people come into our lives for a reason
Bringing something we must learn
And we are led
To those who help us most to grow
If we let them
And we help them in return
Well, I don't know if I believe that's true
But I know I'm who I am today
Because I knew you:

Like a comet pulled from orbit
As it passes a sun
Like a stream that meets a boulder
Halfway through the wood
Who can say if I've been changed for the better?
But because I knew you
I have been changed for good

ELPHABA
It well may be
That we will never meet again
In this lifetime
So let me say before we part
So much of me
Is made of what I learned from you
You'll be with me
Like a handprint on my heart
And now whatever way our stories end
I know you have re-written mine
By being my friend:
Like a ship blown from its mooring
By a wind off the sea
Like a seed dropped by a skybird
In a distant wood
Who can say if I've been changed for the better?
But because I knew you:

GLINDA
Because I knew you:

BOTH
I have been changed for good

ELPHABA
And just to clear the air
I ask forgiveness
For the things I've done you blame me for

GLINDA
But then, I guess we know
There's blame to share

BOTH
And none of it seems to matter anymore

GLINDA (overlapping Elphaba)
Like a comet pulled from orbit as it passes the sun.
Like a stream the meets a boulder halfway through the wood.

ELPHABA (overlapping Glinda)
Like a ship blown from its mooring by a wind off the sea.
Like a seed dropped by a bird in the wood.

BOTH
Who can say if I've been changed for the better?
I do believe I have been changed for the better?

GLINDA
And because I knew you:

ELPHABA
Because I knew you:

BOTH
Because I knew you:
I have been changed for good.


I've decided not to like life anymore. It hasn't been very nice to me.

Inspired by FaceBook, I shall hereby compile a list of things I shall no longer be afraid to say I like, regardless of the fact that some of these are made from the essence of shame itself.

In no particular order.

1. Ella Enchanted. I LIKE THIS MOVIE, AND I HAVE IT ON DVD. LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE.

2. Step Up is one of my favourite movies. Go away. I have the soundtrack too.

3. Spelling and grammar. What's so wrong with respecting the laws of the English language, and enjoying it? WHAT IS SO WRONG?!

4. Dylan and Cole Sprouse. I love them, you may go die now.

5. Marion Raven's music.

6. Good Boy! the movie. LIAM FTW.

7. Ice Princess. Michelle Trachtenberg, post-whore phase, and pre-pete phase.

8. Mary-Kate and Ashley. Okay I hate BOTH of them for what they've become. I THOUGHT THEY WERE FINE AND AWESOME, UP TILL NEW YORK MINUTE. Leading to my next point.

9. I did not think NYM was a bad movie. stfu. stfu. stfu. I have the dvd, now you know.

10. A Cinderella Story. IT IS ONE OF MY FAVOURITE MOVIES.

11. Hilary Duff in general. I will always love her, though I can never forgive her after Joel Madden. For shame, Hilary, for shame.

12. Xanadu. I LOVED IT, GTFO!

13. Hannah Montana. Yeah the script is terrible and Miley has become a whore now and billy ray is just LOL and most of the kids can't act but it still has a charm. RICO FTW!!!!! but miley kissing rico scarred me hxc.

14. Shirley Temple.

15. Akazukin Chacha.

16. The movie Sleepover. Alexa Vega, still a whore. Sara Paxton F-T-W.

17. I kind of hated Aquamarine when I first watched it, but I have an urge to watch it again, despite hatred.

18. Recording myself as Guy Ripley.

19. Having once purchased the album "Bling Bling 2". Srsly. Confessions, right here.

20. Liking the Prince song "Purple Rain".

21. Grease 2.

22. Having the song "Boyfriend" in my computer, along with her entire debut album. Hate ashlee simpson, and will personally assassinate her, but, well. ahhh just stfu.

23. I do not hate Clay Aiken.

24. I like The Click Five. But the blonde dude annoys me. And I didn't like Eric Dill so much. Creepy.

25. Gossip Girl. This is a brilliant series, now S-T-F-U.

26. Debbie Gibson.

27. Sometimes that Ricky Martin song gets stuck in my head. "I Don't Care".

28. WHEN THERE WAS ME AND YOUUUUUU!

29. Hugh Grant!

30. Fine, I have a Jesse McCartney CD. IT WAS ONE TIME! SPRING BREAK IN HMV!

31. I like "These Boots Are Made For Walkin" by Jessica Simpson.

32. I did not dislike the Jonas Brothers until this year. Before that, I thought Nick was hot!

33. I love Josie and the Pussycats, the movie.

34. M2M.

35. Kylie Minogue.

36. SHAKIRA!!!!

37. Mandy Moore.

38. Blades of Glory. I LAUGHED ALOT OKAY.

39. I adore schoolgirl books. Chalet School, St Clare's, Malory Towers, Melling School... I HAVE EVERYTHING.

40. Board games.


To be continued, if my mind stops being blank.

I really don't have much to blog about.

Except that people tend to overreact about silly things. T_T


Uh... MEANDNADIANEEDTOWATCHALOTOFCUTEMOVIES!

LALALALA.

I sent WN some frerard wtf.




Oh.

SEVEN... DAYS...

It's 8.56am in the morning, I haven't slept, and I've come to a very important realisation.

No matter what crap I give season 7, it was still part of the beautiful story that I will love forever.

Joss DID end it beautifully.

All the love.

Anya, Xander. Willow.

Every girl in the Slayer line.

Spike and Buffy. No matter what he said, what she said, what anyone said. Their's will always be a love that was true. Far stronger than whatever stupid "Great Love" Buffy and Angel had.

It was the most beautiful, painful, emotional love in all the universe.

He died for her, all that plus some.


I will not apologise for significant overuse of the world beautiful.


Perfect.

I have decided that I want to see a slash pairing of james marsden and chris pine. sorry random.

Fine, you come up with something better.


Is it just me, or is the entire world of friendship topsy turvy everywhere I turn? Nobody trusts each other, people are talking behind each other's backs, and there is jealousy ABOUND.

What is wrong lately?

I am therefore glad I have Cassie and Cat. Nadia too, for the rare times she appears. -HINT-


Grr cashie has left me for the time being to sleep. She needs to blog.


EXCUSE THE LARGE SPACES.

I need yo to be able to view my tagboard. So I don't get too lonely.





Enneagram Type 4 - The Individualist

Identity seekers, who feel unique and different

People of this personality type tend to build their identities around their perception of themselves as being somehow different or unique; they are thus self-consciously individualistic. Fours tend to see their difference from others as being both a gift and a curse - a gift, because it sets them apart from those they perceive as being somehow "common," and a curse, as it so often seems to separate them from the simpler forms of happiness that others so readily seem to enjoy. Thus, Fours can manage to feel superior to others while also secretly harboring some degree of longing and envy. A feeling of being a member of the "true aristocracy" alternates with deep feelings of shame, and fears of somehow being deeply flawed or defective.

Fours are emotionally complex and highly sensitive. They long to be understood and appreciated for their authentic selves, but easily feel misunderstood and unappreciated. They have a tendency to withdraw in the face of a world that seems harsh or crude, and are often somewhat moody or temperamental. They are emotionally centered and spend much of their lives immersed in their internal mental landscapes, where they feel free to cultivate and analyse their feelings. A desire to manifest this internal world often leads Fours to an interest in the arts, and some do become actual artists. Whether artistic or not, however, most Fours are aesthetically sensitive and concerned with self-expression and self-revelation, whether it be in the clothes they wear or in the overall nature of their often idiosyncratic lifestyles.

Fours are somewhat melancholic by disposition, and under stress tend to lapse into depression. They also tend to be self-absorbed, even under the best of circumstances, but when unbalanced, easily give way to a self-indulgence which they perceive as being fully justified as a way to compensate for the general lack of pleasure they experience in their lives. Rather than look for practical solutions to their difficulties, Fours are prone to fantasizing about a savior who will rescue them from their unhappiness.

Intellectual Fours tend to mistakenly type themselves as Fives, and a heavy wing can certainly exacerbate this tendency. Fours however, unlike Fives, tend to be self-revealing and comfortable with emotional expression.


http://www.eclecticenergies.com/enneagram/test.php <-- take le test here!



Here is a list of ways to identify a sociopath. This list is from "Profile of a Sociopath". Is is a pretty good list of sociopathic indicators. I WONDER if anyone fits these. THINKTHINKTHINK. Button, button, WHO'S GOT THE BUTTON?


Glibness/Superficial Charm
Manipulative and Conning
Grandiose Sense of Self
Pathological Lying
Lack of Remorse, Shame or Guilt
Shallow Emotions
Incapacity for Love
Need for Stimulation
Callousness/Lack of Empathy
Poor Behavioral Controls/Impulsive Nature
Early Behavior Problems/Juvenile Delinquency
Irresponsibility/Unreliability
Promiscuous Sexual Behavior/Infidelity
Lack of Realistic Life Plan/Parasitic Lifestyle
Criminal or Entrepreneurial Versatility
Contemptuous of those who seek to understand them
Does not perceive that anything is wrong with them
Authoritarian
Secretive
Paranoid
Only rarely in difficulty with the law, but seeks out situations where their tyrannical behavior will be tolerated, condoned, or admired
Conventional appearance
Goal of enslavement of their victim(s)
Exercises despotic control over every aspect of the victim's life
Has an emotional need to justify their crimes and therefore needs their victim's affirmation (respect, gratitude and love)
Ultimate goal is the creation of a willing victim
Incapable of real human attachment to another
Unable to feel remorse or guilt
Narcissism, grandiosity (self-importance not based on achievments)
May state readily that their goal is to rule the world


LALALA. People are strange and scary.