Had no idea I'd get set up with such a bloody marvelous car: 1957 Chevrolet Bel Air convertible. Went about town last night (completely sober, mind you) and still couldn't help but laugh at the tiny bugger and his predicament. Which apparently is continuing, much to my amusement.

This has been an ace week all told.

Anybody care to fill me in on why the bleeding hell Angel turned into a wee little puppet man?

Thanks ever so for the car, by the by. The incident with the other one... well, let's just say there was rather a lot of Don Lorenzo involved and leave it at that.

Well, seems the best course of action to just forget all about what went on over the weekend and just get back to business.

Er, right, then. With the loss of my vision bloke, really isn't much business for me to be doing, is there ( Read more... )

Right, then. So it seems my dalliance with Eve was the result of some sort of spell. 'Cause it wasn't simply that we had a day rather filled with nothing but endless... er, well, "things," as it were...

Pardon me, I seem to be recalling said things at present, slightly fondly in fact...Where was I? Yeah, ah, seems I thought I fancied her entirely ( Read more... )

Oh, bloody hell.

This isn't just about the moment, methinks. I daresay I've fallen deeply in love with this woman.

O, thou are fairer than the evening air ( Read more... )

Well, the boredom overtook me at last, so I decided to swing 'round to Doyle's McDonald's place 'long about two in the morning, have a look about. Not entirely sure why. I guess I'd hoped to find some answers or some such, suss out why the berk decided to use me as a pawn in his cat-and-mouse bollocks with AngelWhat I didn't expect, of course, was ( Read more... )

Methinks I did more damage to my X-box than I thought. Bloody hell. Damn thing won't even turn on anymore.

Bugger it. I'm goin' back to bed. For the entire weekend.

And my bad mood has sod all to do with that wanker St. Valentine. Swear to God, it doesn't.

I do s'pose I could muster up the energy to do something with myself later tonight ( Read more... )

So, I decide to swing 'round to catch up with Fred last night, and instead of havin' a chat, I find her goin' on about how some blighter got in the building, tied her and the lads up, and proceeded to taunt the grand poof somethin' merciless for a spell 'til Angel managed to stake 'im. Turns out, it was this bloke called Lawson we met back during ( Read more... )

You know, I'll say this much: Cordelia was quite fetching.

'Course, I really only knew her at all when I was evil, so I found her also rather annoying, but still. Can't say the bird wasn't bloody well stacked fanciable. Quite a pity, this whole thing. S'pect poor Fred's likely in quite a state.