YAY!

[thatdamneddame]

Before I get to the good part, here's some background information. I am Heiress to Hell. Anti-Me, my friend, associate, compardre, is Heiress to Heaven by default. This really bites for her. Anyways, we often compare who in the afterlife we will get. This usually turns out either really good or really bad for me, and usually just so-so for her. Guess who got the short end of that stick.

Anyways, here's the story. Today I'm doing my homeowrk and thining about which presidents I am going to get in Hell when I realize something. I get everyone who's had a child out of wedlock (well, except Mary. damn). That means I get Johnny Depp. Yay me!

and so, to worship: me and my luck

to pity: Anti-Me. Sorry hun.

to damn: Band-Aid and Kleenex for making everyone think that their brand name is the actual name of the item. Oh, Xeror too.


-That Damned Dame

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A word from her counterpart

[(Anonymous)]

Am I truly to be pitied? Yes. Heaven is boring. Quite boring. Excruciatingly boring. Everyone interesting that I even have a chance at I have to share with That Damned Dame. So Sad. Robin of Loxley I miss you! Elgar is no company. What kind of composer has a respectable life? Not one with interesting music. He fits in perfectly. Too well.
~Heiress to Heaven