( *on stage* )

I don't think I've had a New Year's week this busy since Y2K. Everyone wanting to know what 2004 holds for them. What am I, a fortune-telling machine ( Read more... )

( *on stage, singing quietly as the club's employees get ready for opening* )

Well, Cordy, it definitely sounds like a party in there! Let's go in and raise the hip rating a few thousand points, shall we?

*offers her his arm*

We are family ( Read more... )

Hello?

Yes, Freddikins, I'll be there. They will? Fabulous, darling. I'd love to see your parents.

Are you sure? Because it wouldn't be any trouble at all. Scout's honor.

No, you're right, I never was a Scout. Loosen up, sweetie-pie.

All right, if you're sure. Take care, honeybunch, and give my best to the rest. See you next week.

*perched on a bar stool*

Chestnuts roasting on an open fire
Jack Frost nipping at your nose
Yuletide carols being sung by a choir

Or, y'know--

*gestures at self, smiles at the appreciative murmurs*

And folks dressed up like Eskimos ( Read more... )

My favorite seer came by to let me know that the kids sleeping outside my club didn't have to worry about being kidnapped by Dr. Creepy any longer. Now they just have to keep avoiding the usual predators--vampires, pimps, and other demons ( Read more... )

They're still disappearing. Faster than the ice cubes in my drink on a hot night. I think half a dozen have slipped away since I first noticed them ( Read more... )

To sleep, perchance to dream of absolutely nothing to do with my mother, my brother, or screechy kids. Ah, bliss. Good thing, too. I was almost out of espresso.

But of course I've got another problem on my doorstep, and for once I'm not speaking metaphorically. More street kids are starting to take shelter around Caritas. No, I'm not going to ( Read more... )