Cordelia set her cordless phone down and dug into the Ben and Jerry's Strawberry Cheesecake pint in front of her. She felt guilty for a split second and then shrugged. I've been good lately, she reasoned, digging in again ( Read more... )

So, after I got a teensy bit of nailpolish on this stupid book that Angel told me to look through, he sent me home. Well, that's not exactly true. He gave me a dirty look and stomped off, so I figured it was about time for me to head out ( Read more... )

Cordelia walked into Angel Investigations with a latte in her hand. "Hello??", she said, calling out for either Angel or Doyle. It was still a bit early in the morning- 11am- so Angel might still be asleep. Doyle was usually a little late but could usually be counted on to show up only partially hung over by now ( Read more... )

So, the coroner and some some cop came by to pick up Wesley the body. She was kind of raunchy, but I suppose the nature of her job would explain that. Though, we fight evil and hang out with unsavory people all the time and it doesn't kill me to put on a cheerful face ( Read more... )

So, the creepy looking doctor got the blood test back and I'm doggyfree. Good thing, I wouldn't have been too happy if my good deed was rewarded with a second reason to stay inside once a month.

I'm still working on getting settled in LA. Angel's paying too much attention to Wesley to help me much, and Doyle hasn't really been around either. I ( Read more... )

The party Friday night was great. It was so nice to smell
money and hang out with people who wear expensive cologne and who care what they look like. Plus, they're only evil in the normal "love of power" way, so that's nice. I'm sure I'll get a ton of calls from it too! I looked really good and the guy down the hall (the geeky one) made me some ( Read more... )

Wow, I'm suprized this thing even exists anymore. I've been so busy going to auditions and getting my name out that I haven't had time to write anything. Probably for the best, though. Wouldn't want people getting the wrong idea about me. I'm so not a bookworm ( Read more... )

Thursday decided it. I am never, ever going back to Sunnydale again. Not to see Mommy, not to visit my friends (if you could call them that), nothing. I was heading out to try that new coffee shop like I mentioned last time, and lets just say that even dead dogs get lonely and when your leg is the first thing they see when you become undead... ( Read more... )

_cordelia_
is distressed.

If it's not one thing, it's another. Your life is a pitiful wreck, and it's all you ever write about. Why don't you at least make up a happy story for once. Your friends would appreciate that.

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I am leaving. Right now. I just woke up to the sound of something outside my window, and when I looked out.. it was a rotten cat! Uggh!

What is going on here?! Why do I willingly choose to visit a hellmouth?