had consumed a lot of beer that night.
"No."
"Please. They don't allow anyone to record the karaoke at this bar."
"NO."
"You know, you used to be more adventuresome."
"Yes, well, all of the comments about you were very flattering." Morgan's a size two with gorgeous red curls, perfect ivory skin and vivid green eyes. She's got Sigourney Weaver and everyone else beat hands down.
I'm a chubby, cursed, half-bred witch with dirty brown curls that have a mind all of their own. Like Medusa's snakes. But my curls are simply curls and they refuse to respond to hair products or my magic. They can't even turn anyone to stone.
We might be best friends, but put us together on a stage, side by side, singing at the top of our lungs and I'm the one who's going to suffer by comparison.
People–both human and non–can be very hurtful with their comments.
I'd even added a booty shake at the end.
Apparently, my booty in motion looks like jello in a bowl being driven over the roughest road imaginable. One extremely rude commenter claimed there were lumps in my jello.
Ash has assured me he likes my jello, lumps and all.
I've been going with Ash's opinion and I've locked myself out of the video feed.
Morgan also found out the rude commenter's address and we threw tomatoes at his house and let the air out of his ugly pickup one night.
Like I said, she's my UDBF.
With an unfortunate addiction to Karaoke.
"You have to ignore the haters, Kate. You can't let them get to you."
I believe in love. Not hate. I've also been ostracized my entire life because of who and what I am. I've built up my walls and I can pretend that rude and mean comments don't bother me. But they do.
"Morgan, I love you. I truly do. I'd do anything for you, except karaoke." Morgan sighed heavily on the other end of the phone. "Why don't you ask Drake to go with you?"
Drake is Morgan's vampire significant other. They were lovers way back when. And I do mean way back–the early 500s. They sort of lost touch over the centuries and reconnected just recently. Isn't love grand?
"Drake doesn't like karaoke."
"What about Désirée Norma-Sue?" My secretary is about a size two as well. Tiny with elfin curves and an outrageous sense of style. Morgan and Désirée would look great together on stage.
"She and Phil are madly in love and inseparable these days."
I knew that. They were crazy about each other. They also both loved Karaoke. "And?"
"Phil almost caused a riot when we went out last weekend. They had to call the police. He's been banned from all the bars in the area."
Phil sounds like Barry White. His version of "Can't Get Enough of Your Love" has eight times as many hits as my video with Morgan. Phil is also a gargoyle and rather rotund. No one has made any comments about his jello.
Most of the comments regarding his video have to do with Al. He sang back up. I'm surrounded by karaoke fans. Luckily most people think we photo shopped the video to make Al look like he's singing.
And then Morgan started up a Twitter account for Al after the video went viral. He has over a million followers. And they all love him. Not a single hater in the group.
My Chihuahua gets more love than I do.
I'm not kidding. Honestly, on your worst day ever, just think of me.
And yet, I really do feel as if I'm rockin' it these days. Maybe I'm delusional. But then again, maybe I do rock it. Jello lumps and all.
I cackle in the face of thee haters as well.
Mwah, mwah, mwah .
"A riot? And now he's banned?" I asked.
It's not that I thought my UDBF was lying. We live in a small town, surrounded by other small towns. I didn't think we had enough people between the three towns combined to actually create a riot.
"Well, the fire chief showed up and Phil's fan club included one plus one too many."
"We have fire codes?" I knew we had them of course. I'm a cursed witch. Not a stupid one. And rules are rules after all. I just didn't think anyone in our town of Dominion would enforce
"No."
"Please. They don't allow anyone to record the karaoke at this bar."
"NO."
"You know, you used to be more adventuresome."
"Yes, well, all of the comments about you were very flattering." Morgan's a size two with gorgeous red curls, perfect ivory skin and vivid green eyes. She's got Sigourney Weaver and everyone else beat hands down.
I'm a chubby, cursed, half-bred witch with dirty brown curls that have a mind all of their own. Like Medusa's snakes. But my curls are simply curls and they refuse to respond to hair products or my magic. They can't even turn anyone to stone.
We might be best friends, but put us together on a stage, side by side, singing at the top of our lungs and I'm the one who's going to suffer by comparison.
People–both human and non–can be very hurtful with their comments.
I'd even added a booty shake at the end.
Apparently, my booty in motion looks like jello in a bowl being driven over the roughest road imaginable. One extremely rude commenter claimed there were lumps in my jello.
Ash has assured me he likes my jello, lumps and all.
I've been going with Ash's opinion and I've locked myself out of the video feed.
Morgan also found out the rude commenter's address and we threw tomatoes at his house and let the air out of his ugly pickup one night.
Like I said, she's my UDBF.
With an unfortunate addiction to Karaoke.
"You have to ignore the haters, Kate. You can't let them get to you."
I believe in love. Not hate. I've also been ostracized my entire life because of who and what I am. I've built up my walls and I can pretend that rude and mean comments don't bother me. But they do.
"Morgan, I love you. I truly do. I'd do anything for you, except karaoke." Morgan sighed heavily on the other end of the phone. "Why don't you ask Drake to go with you?"
Drake is Morgan's vampire significant other. They were lovers way back when. And I do mean way back–the early 500s. They sort of lost touch over the centuries and reconnected just recently. Isn't love grand?
"Drake doesn't like karaoke."
"What about Désirée Norma-Sue?" My secretary is about a size two as well. Tiny with elfin curves and an outrageous sense of style. Morgan and Désirée would look great together on stage.
"She and Phil are madly in love and inseparable these days."
I knew that. They were crazy about each other. They also both loved Karaoke. "And?"
"Phil almost caused a riot when we went out last weekend. They had to call the police. He's been banned from all the bars in the area."
Phil sounds like Barry White. His version of "Can't Get Enough of Your Love" has eight times as many hits as my video with Morgan. Phil is also a gargoyle and rather rotund. No one has made any comments about his jello.
Most of the comments regarding his video have to do with Al. He sang back up. I'm surrounded by karaoke fans. Luckily most people think we photo shopped the video to make Al look like he's singing.
And then Morgan started up a Twitter account for Al after the video went viral. He has over a million followers. And they all love him. Not a single hater in the group.
My Chihuahua gets more love than I do.
I'm not kidding. Honestly, on your worst day ever, just think of me.
And yet, I really do feel as if I'm rockin' it these days. Maybe I'm delusional. But then again, maybe I do rock it. Jello lumps and all.
I cackle in the face of thee haters as well.
Mwah, mwah, mwah .
"A riot? And now he's banned?" I asked.
It's not that I thought my UDBF was lying. We live in a small town, surrounded by other small towns. I didn't think we had enough people between the three towns combined to actually create a riot.
"Well, the fire chief showed up and Phil's fan club included one plus one too many."
"We have fire codes?" I knew we had them of course. I'm a cursed witch. Not a stupid one. And rules are rules after all. I just didn't think anyone in our town of Dominion would enforce
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