Well, I'll be damned. Henry's getting married.

She said yes! I asked Helena to marry me, and she said yes! I asked her while we were in one of the private rooms...I'll never forget this night. I think I finally understand what it is like to be alive. (Yes Hyde, I'm sure you're stunned.) Oh, Helena, I love you with all my heart ( Read more... )

I am in love! She is the most beautiful woman I've ever met. Her name is Helena Landless, and she is an angel. (Forgive the expression, Zira.) I don't think I've every been happier in my life ( Read more... )

That was certainly an interesting experience.

Mmphf.

I don't think I ever would have expected something like that to happen.

Grmphf.I mean, you showed some degree of human emotion. You admitted that maybe your thoughts consisted of more than gettinglaid and getting drunk. I think this may prove to be quite a new development, Hyde. ( Read more... )

How the devil does that pansy Seward have a better shot at getting a girl than I do?

Afterlife is so unfair.

I must say, I think this morning's incident is the single most awkward and humiliating situation I've found myself in in my entire life. I knew Hyde was going drinking last night in that bloody chatroom game, but there wasn't much I could do about that. Then, as always, he passed out, and when I woke up this morning, I found myself in Miss Harris ( Read more... )

And it's taken me all of it to get my typist on here. We're currently playing drinking games in the chat. Heh. Henry is going to enjoy that in the morning.

My typist wishes to soundly curse the "internet" connection of her household, as it keeps "booting her off the computer" with no warning and no way of fixing it. Therefore, should she disappear from a conversation at any time with no warning, it is because of this problem.

You see, Jekyll!

I have discovered the most effective way of getting Henry to not bother my about my womanizing tendencies: I accuse him of being gay. It sends him into an utter mental breakdown. SUCESS IS MINE!

And I have now discovered that Mlle. Eponine would make a quite eligable candidate to be the object of my affections. DOUBLE SUCESS!