08.12.09 - 7.41pm

You won't believe what just happened to me. This is the only real disadvantage of living in small towns. In cities they mind their own business, and the worst gossip can do is ruffle a few feathers. Nobody takes it seriously.

Long story short, some 15-year-old kid trying to catch some action on video caught me sucking on his brother (I forget his name) last night. It happened at a house party some teenagers were throwing and they were all fucked up, so I knew they wouldn't remember me. I didn't notice the kid sneaking around, probably getting blackmail against his brother, because I know for certain that it was his parents' house. My senses weren't at their best because I hadn't fed in days or I would have noticed.

Turns out he took the vid to some Wednesday bible class or something. So, after waking up way too early and getting trash-talked on Twitter, a preacher busted in trying to throw water on me that he thought was holy (thankfully it wasn't) and dragged me outside (in the sun) to force me to explain in front of the kid, his brother, their parents, and all the churchgoers, which adds up to over half the town.

I managed to convince them it was a prank to scare the kid, and his brother was so high last night that he couldn't remember, but he agreed with me, probably so he wouldn't have to admit what really happened. I barely got out of it, but now I'm weak and I have a killer headache from standing in the sun so long, and it's not over by a long shot. The preacher apologized but now everyone has seen the video, and it's pretty obvious that it's not really a prank, not to mention the little scabs on the brother's neck where I bit him.

I'm so pissed. Not at them but at myself. I know better than to leave evidence. Usually when I feed, I use a knife to cut near a vein to avoid leaving bite marks, but I was practically starved last night and wasn't thinking straight. So now all I have to do is wait for the concerned mobs and National Enquirer reporters to show up. I don't think so.

I've been packing up my things, which isn't much, and after I destroy that video camera and make sure it's not on youtube, I'm going to go on a road trip until they forget what the fuss was about. I'll keep in touch with my landlady so it doesn't look suspicious that I just picked up and disappeared. There are a few problems with my plan, though. For one thing, I don't own a car. I can't get a driver's license and although I know how to hotwire one, after all of the fuss today it would be obvious who stole it. I'll probably go on foot or hitchhike, but I have my belongings to consider. I don't have much, but what I do have is heavy. I guess I'll find a place to hide my guitars until I get back (sob) and just take my violin, laptop, and a couple of changes of clothes. I'll need at least one instrument so I can make enough money to get hotel rooms and pay my cell phone bill.


Hope you all have a better night than I have,

.Nadia