Delusions of Grandeur

I'm so going to get me a Hutt name Jaba. He made me a prize in his contest. Which was fine till the winner was announced. EEKKK! The overbearing, annoying, loud breathing, give me my picture or I'll pop your head, Darth Vader!

Leave it to a picture of Count Dooku to ruin a good mood.

Can you tell I'm stressing here?

I was thrilled that Jaba thought I was good prize, but then again he thought Anakin was too. Is that a bad thing? *snerks*

I won't get me started about Anakin. He has done nothing but tease me about this. He got me so mad I wanted to smash his *beep*ing face in!


I tried everything to get out of this date. I commed Jaba and told him there was no way I could go. Jedi don't date, I told him. It didn't work. So, I tried to tell him what a nut job Darth was. That didn't work. Then I told him I would take my "LMAO" and shove it up his Hutt nose! *shakes head* That didn't work because he liked that idea too much.

Almost had him when I told him I had pictures of him he did not want on the HoloNet. "Depends on whata ya got," he says. I showed him. What do I get? He snorts! "That don’t bother me none."

I'm out of options... unless I lock myself in the Jedi Temple and never come out.

I mean really, who would want to go on a date with a half machine that drives a mopad?



*sigh* Ok, I give. Comm me, Darth, so we can pick a date. Maybe twenty years after you're dead?