I have the most gorgeous dress for the wedding.

( Wedding dress. )

Which, by the way, is this Saturday. I'm looking forward to it.

As soon as the holy water is out of my system, I'm taking this ring off and splitting into three.

And then getting my tan back.

ETA

Willow? Xander? I've got presents...

Tired. Achey. Everything hurts.

Stupid bitch. Threw a fucking were at me, who does that? Well, she's dead now. But my head is killing me. All that magic.

It seems Jonathan has finally got himself a date with, and I'm quoting Thomas here, "Gay Bruce Wayne". And needs shoes. (What is up with that? I could've sworn I got him shoes when he started bitching about not being able to find any.)

anemic_vamp claims to "sorta kinda" like me and wants to mock the rest of the world with me. I am amused. And apparently the poor bastard had his ship stolen, tsk, tsk.

In other news, I went on a date with the other Bruce Wayne. Let me just state for the record: no wonder the guy is popular with the lady-folk. Rowr. Definitely doing that again.

Deidre pulls up on her motorbike in front of Bruce's mansion. She dials his number -- nicked from the time Thomas was trying to convince everyone to prank call Bruce Wayne -- and her grin can be heard in her voice.

"I'm outside. You ready?"

Deidre leads the way into one of her favourite clubs -- so favourite at least three of the bartenders are on first-name basis with her -- and grins.

"Do you want to get a drink?" she asks, pleasantly.

Had a burst of concern for Jonathan, who CANNOT live in cocoapuffs, and did some grocery shopping and cooking. Thank you, that was my good deed for the whole damn year. Tried to set him up with another version of Bruce Wayne. Will see how that turns out!

Speaking of setting up, I have a date. Should be interesting. We're going dancing.

And as soon as we're done with Tara, I am going to kick that fucking dog.

(See, Xander? I told you I'd put it in writing.)

I got bored, and thus, I now have my own AIM:

deidrebites

There's nothing like a little truth in advertising, now, is there?