I am obsessed with true crimes. Especially ones that involve serial killers. I love serial killers—not in a killer groupies, marriage in a prison chapel way. (He hasn't returned my letter.) No I'm simply fascinated about the psychosis behind a killers mind. What drives them to kill and how a person can look so normal and be burying young boys under his house ala John Wayne Gacy. In the Pacific Northwest we have a lot of serial killers; Robert Lee Yates, Gary Ridgeway. Kenneth Bianchi was convicted of the murder of two girl in Bellingham. My sister, Toby Tyler actually lived in Ted Bundy's house in the U-district of Seattle. I devour books about true crimes. I have read almost every book Ann Rule has ever written and obsessively watch shows like American Justice and City Confidential. A few years ago Mr.'s parents got me Time Life's collection of True crime stories. I religiously watch CSI, (Except Miami—I want to go Gracie Lou Freebush on his ass.)
Mr. always jokes with his friends that if he goes missing they should question me first and I'm all Hello! One, the spouse is always the first to be interrogated and two, I would totally get away with it.
Okay, so I've officially hit an all time creepiness factor here. I think it's time for me to shut up.
In my earlier years I dated a few men. For the most part I dated boys who were different races, hair colors and one I'm fairly sure a different orientation. Up until I started dating my Mr. Sorrow I had never dated a red head. Sure I've thought they were cute but to be honest there aren't too many around. My husband won me over with his wit and compassion. His sparkling eyes and rough hands. (sorry sweetie!) I fell in love with him almost automatically. After we had been dating for a few month i realized just how many attractive gingers there are. The first one I noticed was Max Collins from Eve 6.
Hello Gingie Lover
After taking note of him I started seeing more and more redheads around. I find red hair to be an endearing quality and am glad that my husband has it. I did notice some antipathy towards the ginger community. Most notably a certain hysterical South Park episode. (I found a twilight/southpark mash up and couldn't help it.)
It also seems to be a club that very few can live in. Mr. Sorrow recently heard that redhead are going extinct by procreating with nonredheads. (ie your truly) Since that he has been calling himself the endearing name of "The Breeder" Yes my husband wants to repopulate the planet with gingers.Apparently I have a lot to live up to. I have faith that our children will end up like this.
Royal Ginger
Not like this;
I hate David Carruso
I believe that there are quite a few good looking red heads out there. I say give them a chance. They'll make it worth your while. And because he is by far my favorite ginger aside from Mr. Sorrow I want you to bask in the cuteness that is Rupert Grint.
Just ignore that stupid girls head and that ridiculous necklace. Unless it's a lock for the hand cuffs and then that's okay.
I have noticed with the exception of Victoria there is a lack of redheads in Twilight. It would be nice to see a little representation in the story.Some might bring up the fact that Edward has bronze hair. This is true however auburn is different then the bright red I'm talking about. Real Gingers. It would great to see some gingie love in the movie. Perhaps one of the newborns? That would make my day. So pretty please with J.Rath on top give our amber haired friends a chance. .
Ginger love story
If you would like to read a romantic, trippy and enthralling story check out Still Life with Woodpecker is sort of a love story that takes place inside a pack of Camel cigarettes. It reveals the purpose of the moon, explains the difference between criminals and outlaws, examines the conflict between social activism and romantic individualism, and paints a portrait of contemporary society that includes powerful Arabs, exiled royalty, and pregnant cheerleaders. It also deals with the problem of redheads.
Beware of some mature content in here. You've been warned.
This is just the rantings of a woman who is slightly crazy. Obviously I am a bit narcissistic. I have obsessive tendencies toward a multitude of teenage directed materials. I should grow up already-but alas, here I am.