RaO and I are definitely vibrating on the same spiritual wavelength.
People used to tell us that we are “exactly the same,” to which we reacted with great gratitude/offense depending on our current mood. Ultimately, we found this comment to be pretty bizarre: we look nothing alike–especially now that RaO has crossed over to the dark side (aka she’s no longer a blonde!); RaO is from Never Never Land while LeK was raised in the Wild Wild West, and only one of us has true musical/vocal talent.
However, a few days ago, I was forced to concede to those many individuals who have suggested in the past that RaO and I share a strange psychic connection.
Though we are separated by many a time zone, thousands of miles, and some of us have drastic internet barriers to overcome, on the same exact day merely hours apart, we both google searched for fan-made New Moon trailers because we wanted, more than anything, to be able to watch the movie NOW.
If what’s her name from The Devil Wears Prada were my mother, I might be able to make this happen.
But sadly, no.
Oh, so now for my confession. In a true “literati” turn of events, I decided to quench my thirst for Vampire intrigue by reading Bram Stoker’s Dracula (1897). This is a work of true literary value, and actually quite riveting, though reading it online at Google Books is somewhat hurting my eyes. I am not embarrassed of the way I came to be reading this novel (wishing I could watch New Moon, NOW), nor am I embarrassed about loving Twilight.
There, I said it.