I'm a five-hundred-year-old born vampire with an ever-expanding wardrobe, a serious cosmetics addiction, and enough outstanding Visa charges to fund a small third-world country.
I could run, too, but my feet hurt. It's tough being a fashion vixen.
I've also been known to cry during MasterCard commercials.
While I had no intention of hooking up with him, I still wanted him to want to hook up with me.It was the principle of the thing, after all.
