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Post by RazzleDazzle on Mar 5, 2005 23:38:41 GMT -6
Wednesday, December 22, 2005 How The Blue Elf Stole Christmas +Nightcrawler+ =X-Men-Gold-Team-Leader= Marvel Utopia Council
-[ is in the main hall of the Mansion ]- says to Alison Blaire TheDazzler: *Kurt slowly creeps along the ceiling advancing toward the large tree standing well near at least a dozen feet. Glimmering with the soft stylish motif of nouveau riche modern style. GLimmering with prim rings of soft red lights, highlighted with streams of glittering gold ribbons
.....not at all the tree Herr kurt would desire.... .no not at all, he wished the color count to be higher He wished flagrant ribbons of lights all around Blues, reds, greens, oranges, a rainbow to abound! * I dont know why I hate the stylish new york season. Please dont ask why, I dont quite know the reason It could be that my booties are too tight Or perhaps my blue head is screwed on too tight Or perhaps the most likely reason of all... Is that my big blue heart, is 2 sizes....to small * Chuckling to myself as I rub my hands together. Circling the tree. Planning out just where to adorn layers of new clashing lights in various gaudy unmatching collors....ah hell...EVERYWHERe!
+Nightcrawler+ =X-Men-Gold-Team-Leader= Marvel Utopia Council
-[ is in the main hall of the Mansion ]- says to Alison Blaire TheDazzler: ~{BAMFS}~ suddenly , up to where the strings of lights are hiding Up to his bedroom closet, where his mad workshop is thriving! Appearing once more perched upside down by the tree Heralded by his wisps of bamf smoke. Curling with glee Tossing down armfulls of long wires of lights, as he laughs hanging in a spin The plugs dangling by the floor, just crying out to be pluged in!* *G*
Alison Blaire TheDazzler : X-Men Marvel Utopia Council : DWbN
-[ is in the rec room of the Mansion ]- says to +Nightcrawler+=X-Men-Gol: And then, skating into the room, who should appear? But dear Alison, singing a song full of holiday cheer. Surprised by your antics, she gasped "Kurt! What are you doing?" she rasped. "This is my tree, I decorated it myself... "...What are you doing, you crazy blue elf?" "Where are my ribbons and the red lights on high?" "Why are you wrecking my Christmas tree, why?" She glowered and glared, and her lip gave a tremble... you better bamf away, Elf who is Nimble.
+Nightcrawler+ =X-Men-Gold-Team-Leader= Marvel Utopia Council
-[ is in the main hall of the Mansion ]- says to Alison Blaire TheDazzler: Lost in his reveries of decorating , kurt perched with the wide grin His crazed tamperings just begining, the madness bubbling within He heard not your skating, and your voice did surprise him His yellow eyes flew wide , as he crashed to the ground startled Gathering himself up, he had been caught offguard, how he marveled! Looking up at you with wide yellow doe eyes, the epitomy of abashed, But then the grin returned, behind the tree for cover he did dash " Hello my dear alison!" Kurt chimed with aplomb "Forgive me my dear. I simply must save your tree!" he grined evily, planning to turn it into a horrid xmas bomb.
Alison Blaire TheDazzler : X-Men Marvel Utopia Council : DWbN
-[ is in the rec room of the Mansion ]- says to +Nightcrawler+=X-Men-Gol: "Save my tree?" she repeated, a surprised look on her face, peeking around the large fir, into your hiding place. "Save it from what? Looking Christmassy and merry? "And just who do you think you are, a blue Christmas fairy?" She took a step closer, her eyes hard and glaring. And right at the blue elf, Alison was staring. "You think you can stop me, you sad little elf? "You can't succeed, I will win!" she smirked to herself. Her heart was ice cold, and her hands gave a wave. "You won't stop my VogueStyle Christmas!" Alison did rave. For the disco blonde cared nothing for the true spirit of the season The lavish presents, the expensive decor were her sole voice of reason. We started this story with an elf and a wench You all thought Kurt was bad....but Alison turned out to be the Grinch! .....:::Rogue:::...... X Men Blue Team Marvel Utopia | DWbN |
-[ is in the rec room of the Mansion ]- says to Alison Blaire TheDazzler: And now it is time for this old southern bell to make her rhyme Down the stairs she trailed drawn by Alison's wee little wail Only to see her pesky Brother dashing away with Glee Forest eyes they turn to see what trouble it had to be To make kurt get amonished... by the golden hair goddess..
+Nightcrawler+ =X-Men-Gold-Team-Leader= Marvel Utopia Council says to Alison Blaire TheDazzler: "NEIN" cried kurt,with a finger thrust into the air like a fantastical Magician As he stood proudly, Puffing his chest out with a nod declaring his mission "To save it from being too uppity....bourgeouis and Pretentious!" He said with a firm nod, curls bouncing all serious He lept from his spot, evading you with courage dashing and daring, and with he commenced a rabid offensive of bamfing, Appearing all over the tree , covering it in blankets of thousands of lights , as if plucked from the minds of babes that are dreaming And after the smoke settled, the tree covered in lights as a result of kurts frantic decorating, a veritable blitzkrieg Then floped down kurt as he took a deep breath, Tail sagging tiredly perched down on the floor, as she slunk with fatigue The tree draped in colors of all kinds now. A glimmering myriad Sparkling all the colors of a rainbow, like jubilee after last period "There you are fair alison, Gaze on it and see!" said kurt with a wheeze "The beautiful clashing colors of chrismas....as it was meant to be!"a grin curling on his lips. Oh yes he was pleased Alison Blaire TheDazzler : X-Men Marvel Utopia Council : DWbN
-[ is in the rec room of the Mansion ]- says to +Nightcrawler+=X-Men-Gol: At first, she was horrified, aghast, and quite shocked Her beautiful Christmas Tree, it now would be mocked A vision so scary, full of mismatched horror Haven't you heard of the adage, Less is More? Apparently not, but as Alison gazed at the misfit... Something strange started to happened, something unfit Her heart started to thaw, and her lips gave a smile "Why it's not so bad!" she exclaimed after awhile. "Sure it doesn't match, and it looks like a mess... "But there's something about it I like," she professed. "It's not pretty, or vogue, or any fashion that's "in"... "and there IS one thing missing," she said with a grin And waved her hand, a light shooting out Lighting the star on top without any doubt. And what happened to Alison? Well, in the X-Mansion they say.... Her large ego shrunk three sizes that day. As she gazed at the twinkling Christmas tree, eyes merry and bright.... She learned a new meaning of Christmas this night.
+Nightcrawler+ =X-Men-Gold-Team-Leader= Marvel Utopia Council says to Alison Blaire TheDazzler: Kurt stood with a smile as he gazed upon the brightly light tree PUtting an arm around you , nodding as he must agree Smiling so brightly as he shares the spirit of chrimas with a cherished friend And there , lessons learned, at long last our ryhming comes to an END
* Well there....now lets go get something to eat. All that drama awoke my jolly appetite*Grinning with a wink, pinching your hip as he bounds forth for food*((YAY! finally catching up on my journal...Pinky will be proud. *L*))
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Post by RazzleDazzle on Mar 5, 2005 23:46:57 GMT -6
Tuesday, February 1, 2005 5:17pm. Valentine's Day is quickly approaching! Even if I were lost at sea, with no calendar or means of marking time, I would still know V-day is only 2 weeks away, from the sheer amount of sales fliers that would invariably find its way to my lost-at-sea self. If it weren't for the fact that I cherish each and every single circular I receive, I might be tempted to feel sorry for the trees that were cut down. Almost. But luckily, I was blessed without THAT sort of social conscience, and thus am free to browse through my catalogs with an easy conscience. 5:21 pm. Although....hmm....my Victoria's Secret catalog seems to be missing - again. Kurt was the one who checked the mail; I'll have to ask him if he's seen*(see below) it. 6:23 pm. Really - am not going to get worked up over the holiday this year. Just because I have no one to spend the most important day of the year with does not mean am any less of a fully functioning adult! This year, instead of spending countless hours devoted to V-day, shall spend time more wisely. Perhaps I could volunteering at children's hospital, old people's home, or similar. Then, perhaps will not be seen as love pariah, but instead an Angel of Love descending from above to shower unloved masses with love. 6:31 pm. Or....(and this is more likely)....shall once more fritter the day away buying things I already have in a different color. *seen it = stolen it to add to his collection of nearly naked supermodels.
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Post by RazzleDazzle on Apr 26, 2006 21:03:09 GMT -6
Sunday, April 23, 2006 Let's all get drunk tonight I hope I don't fight with a punk tonight Let's all get high tonight Maybe nobody will die tonight --Afroman 1:23 am. Am back! From club. Stupidity slum club, but best fizzy watermelon swirly drink. Ever. E-V-E-R. Drank many. Much many drink, but oh so good. Also met man, tall and dark. Oh so good. Was rich man too, also slumming. 1:25 am. Forget name tho. V. something unusual, like ancient foreign name. But rich, this I know clearly. And could grind - v. good grinder. We did it. The grind obviously, not IT-it, otherwise would not be home already. 1:27 am. Unless he is a guy that is a good grinder, but ungood bedder. Shame, was rich. -- I mean, handsome. 1:36 am. Ohno!! Bracelet is gone, is missing, is stolen! Bracelet that I have had every since I was - not exactly remember where got bracelet, but was v. important. Am devastated by its loss. Cannot live without my bracelet. So important to my life. We are all sacred links on the eternal chain of life. 1:45 am. Shinobi. 1:46 am. Was his name. Shinobi Shaw, v. good grinder, bracelet thief. Am calling to demand return of bracelet. 1:52 am. Dialling. 1:58 am. Heehee. Did it! Called Shinobi Shaw and demanded bracelet back. It rang forever, but finally left message on voicemail. Will expect bracelet to be returned first thing tomorrow. Was bloody brilliant. Towering pillar of strength and everything. Shinobi Shaw will rue the day he stole my bracelet! 2:05 am. Ouch. Fell off bed.
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Post by RazzleDazzle on Jul 5, 2006 20:04:12 GMT -6
Alison.
It certainly feels strange to be addressing a letter to myself. However, I found your diary thing and decided to write a few things about my time here. In the unlikely event that we ever switch back.
Where to begin? First, I suppose congratulations are in order. I have no idea how you have survived as long as you have - if my life had turned out remotely like yours, I would have thrown myself to my death long ago. But kudos to you, darling, for making the most of it. You have a quaint life here at your little school with your little mutant friends. That captain fellow seems interesting - such a pity about his looks. And your little gothic friend Nina - she's a bit moody and surly, isn't she? But I am sure she has some redeeming quality.
I've met your Alex as well. He's quite cute - a bit dull, don't you think? But I suppose looks go quite a way to assuage his personality, n'est-ce pas? I assume he's quite the tiger in bed. I ASSUME.
As for your other friends, they've all rather blended into a blur, I'm afraid. But they were very pleasant to me - some more than others.
Speaking of which, Alison, darling - I have a bit of advice for you. I met your handsome friend Shinobi Shaw. And we struck up a rather intimate acquaintance. he's wonderful, dear - everything you could possibly desire in a man. He's terrific-looking, socially astute, very wealthy, and fabulous in bed. I know you have your little thing with Alex, but really Alison - Shinobi. He's our match. At least think about it.
I think that's it - oh, except that I have somehow been conned into helping a young girl train her powers. I can't imagine how it happened - but I've given her name and number to the Captain and he said he would take care of it.
Ta ta for now, Alison
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Post by RazzleDazzle on Oct 11, 2006 20:22:50 GMT -6
Tuesday, October 3, 2006 6:37pm. Just now back from afternoon in City. Tried to do some shopping, as surely I deserve it after everything that's happened lately. But apparently not. I just couldn't get in the mood to buy anything. I'd pick something up, but by the time I'd get to the counter, I was thinking, "Eh, why bother? Why do I need yet another skirt? Who will see me wear it?" and then I ended up leaving without it. I think...I think the past few weeks have gotten to me more than I realized. Somehow, shopping has lost its appeal - I hope its only temporary. Today seemed very drab and gray without shopping. The only thing that actually made it as far as the counter was a book. Yes, an actual book. It's called The Zen Guide to Personal Baggage and has a picture of a v. chic girl on front, sporting an adorable Louis Vuitton tote. It was sort of a fluke that I found it - A bookstore was having a sidewalk sale and it was just laying there on top of a buncha books in a box. Desperate to buy SOMETHING, I snatched it quickly and paid for it before my resolve weakened. But, now that I think about it, having a personal guide to luggage will be quite helpful. If I ever have questions about which type and pattern of luggage I should use for which season, I can just look it up. Or, if I am unsure whether to take a carry-on AND a tote for a weekend away, I'm sure the answer will be there. This is like an investment; it will save me alot of time and effort down the road. Hmm, maybe will just leaf through it for a few minutes. 6:51 pm. WTF? This isn't a personal guide to luggage. This is some stupid self-help book! And by "self-help," I don't mean "apply your foundation is smooth, concentric circles to avoid caking" or "white should never be worn after 8pm." This is some new-age folderol about how to "declutter" your life. This is crap! I don't need some Buddhist guru named Zen telling me how to "achieve karmiac awareness with chakra healing." What in the hell is "chakra" anyway? I don't need this spiritual bullshit. 7:01 pm. Listen to this: In time, as karmic baggage accumulates and usurps the functions of spirit, a person can fall prey to a counterfeit spirituality, supported by counterfeit personas and counterfeit spiritual experiences. A counterfeit spirituality is one that denies a human being's innate divinity and union with the Self, and his or her a priori state of enlightenment. What does that even mean? Who can understand this crap? And more importantly, who would believe it? This was the worst $5 I've ever spent. Even worse than the time I thought I was getting a bargain with a 3 for $5 sale on handmade soaps, and they caused me to break out in hives. 7:16 pm. Here's another one: For some people, the loss of self-control and the buildup of counter-emotional energy can lead to patterns of addictive behavior. Anything from obsessive sexual activity, eating disorders, substance abuse, to relationship addictions can be traced back to the ejection of one or more energy bodies on the emotional level and the substitution for them of counterfeit will, emotions, and/or personas. CRAP! 7:19 pm. Oh wait. Hmmm, actually, that sounds rather interesting. I mean, if according to this book, shopping is considered an addictive behavior, then that would mean......when I am feeling out of control, I go shopping to help "center" myself. But, it's a false stabilization and it doesn't last, hence why the experience has to be repeated, and often. But lately, I've not felt like shopping. At all. I thought perhaps it was just because everything had suddenly gone so bad, but maybe... maybe what I actually did was try to seize control of my life. I broke up with Tim because I knew it wasn't going anywhere. I finally took down all the pictures of Alex and put them away, out of sight. And I died saving the world. After that, everything else in my life seems a bit trivial. Hmmm, maybe this new-age folderol isn't so much crap after all. 7:31 pm. It says here that once you've achieved karmiac enlightenment, it's very easy to backslide - that's the nature of addictive behaviors. But, in order to maintain your new enlightment, you should get rid of anything that may tempt you back into your former life. I've got to do this, I've got to keep my karmiac enlightenment. But what are the things that will tempt me back into my former life? 7:33 pm. Oh, my clothes! The easiest way for me to fall back into addictive patterns would be to keep the constant reminders around. Therefore, I must get rid of all my clothes! 8:01 pm. Am feeling better already! Have three large bags full of clothes, and have begged Piotr to lug them downstairs for me and hide them until Goodwill gets here. Just in case. It's amazing. As each bag leaves the room, I feel as if another layer of my counterfeit self is peeled away. I'm finally getting to my "true" self - I can't wait to see what I look like under all this pretense! 8:22 pm. Another bag gone. That's the last one, I am finally finished. Wow, my room looks empty. All that's left are the bare necessities. Two pairs of shoes, a pair of jeans, two skirts, and three tops. That's it. I feel so...so...empty. Is this how it feels to have karmaic enlightenment? I'm not sure I like this so much. I'd take the counterfeit life any day. This sucks. And my clothes! All my clothes - I have to go find Piotr! 8:37 pm. Shit! Cannot find him anywhere! WHERE ARE MY CLOTHES? 8:38 pm. Oh god, what have I done?
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Post by RazzleDazzle on Oct 11, 2006 20:55:36 GMT -6
Monday, October 09, 2006 9:17 pm. Have date this weekend with Tony Stark - handsome bachelor. More precisely, handsome billionaire bachelor. This will be second date; this past weekend he took me to v. posh party on the bay. Had a fabulous night -- and morning! Was a bit embarassed that all I had for breakfast was flat cola and stale toast. Must really try to keep kitchen stocked more often. But, as it turns out, I did have something he wanted for breakfast........ 9:41 pm. Oops, lost train of thought. Anyway, he asked me out again and said this time, I could choose where to go. Luckily, I've decided inner-enlightenment isn't all its cracked up to be and can go shopping again. I am determined to have a better selection of breakfast foods this time. Also, I really need to get some new clothes since my closet is virtually empty, thanks to stupid Zen Baggage book. Grr.
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Post by RazzleDazzle on Aug 10, 2008 0:38:15 GMT -6
Friday, August 8, 2008 These are mysterious times Mysterious times No trick of the mind For this moment I feel like we live in mysterious times.
-Sash! 10:27 pm. Am minding own business, hanging over vat of bubbly acid (thank you Fishbowl Head), and who should appear? None other than the Iron Man, come to rescue. Never thought would be so happy to see him in whole life. 10:31 pm. Of course, wish the circumstances were a bit different. It's a bit embarassing to be rescued by an old flame when you are wearing a particularly cheesy outfit covered in bits of dried cement. 10:59 pm. Oh god, am desperately hungry. All I have had to eat over the past few days was an apple and, in one moment of weakness, a slice of roadkill pizza. What I would not give for the biggest, richest, strawberriest slice of cheesecake money can buy. But first, of course, am in dire need of a shower. I can barely stand to look at myself, so I know it's no picnic for Tony Stark either. Just a quick shower. 11:42 pm. And now, Tony Stark's offered to treat me to that slice of cheesecake. And really, how can I say no?
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Post by RazzleDazzle on Aug 10, 2008 0:45:15 GMT -6
Saturday, August 9, 2008 11:30 am. Mmmm, cheesecake for breakfast.
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Post by RazzleDazzle on Aug 11, 2008 0:24:22 GMT -6
Sunday, August 10, 2008 Here comes that shine looks a lot like your eye And here comes the moon like a fool There goes my heart I swear I dreamt this part like idiots usually do Why we do that now you know it's true
-Shivaree 8:22 pm. Am at docks, in my forty-eleventh hour of surveillance. Really, do not know why bother to come. Have never seen anything the least bit interesting in any of the other times have been here. Obviously the information that guy in the club gave Devon and I was false. Was probably a set-up, or maybe not even related at all. But still, it is only information I have. If only it weren't so god-awful desperately boring. Should have brought a magazine to read. Perhaps will see what contents of handbag has to offer. 8:47 pm. No luck. Well, was busy for several minutes, freshening up nail polish and make-up. If anything does happen, at least I shall look nice! But am now bored again and have exhausted all possibilities. Wait!! Was that someone walking into a warehouse? 9:03 pm. Was not. Well, it was, but not for the reason I hoped. Two persons, actually, and were not very happy to be interrupted. Tee hee. 9:57 pm. Am BORED! In fit of desperation, have tried to call Devon. Would have been funny if he had answered, but no such luck. Got voicemail. Let a message though. Also, deliberated calling Tony Stark. Could use the company, and Iron Man would be useful to have lurking around with me. But no. Near miss last night. Decided to return remainder of cheesecake to its rightful owner (i.e. Tony Stark.) Apparently was not in, so good - he is taking my advice and taking a break. Shared cheesecake with Pepper Potts instead and had fun time, mostly gossiping. Must try to set Pepper up on date with someone, but who? Anyway, Pepper thought workaholic boss may be in garage after all, so selflessly gave up last slice of cheesecake for him. After much chatting, was invited to spend night! Made my excuses, but they were countered. Was really tempting, but alas, no. Have turned down Tony Stark and am now kicking myself, but that is ok. Must be responsible and mature adult once in a while. Cannot simply fall into bed with handsome, rich, eligible bachelors all the time - otherwise will never get steady boyfriend. God, why can't I find at least one normal guy to have proper, functioning relationship with? Am doomed to be love pariah, die alone, and found three weeks later half eaten by cockroaches. 10:09 pm. Must focus on job. Devon could be counting on me. Could also be punching buses and plucking out people's eyeballs without so much as a thought about me. But no, surely would have heard something on the news if buses had been punched. Of course, didn't exactly get to watch much news while "filming" for Fishbowl Head. That boy likes to punch things entirely too much, including me! But I know that it's not always necessarily his fault. Somewhere in there is an actual decent human being, but he's just lost underneath all the layers of fucked-upedness that Devon's experienced. Is a good kisser though. Hmm, being with Devon would probably actually be the opposite of being in a normal, adult relationship, now that I think about it. I mean, have only had one date and look how that turned out! Still, cannot just give up on him. Will find the decent part, I swear! Also, did I mention about the kissing? Mmmmmkissing. And this is why I cannot go to bed with Tony Stark. 10:14 pm. Am complete and total idiot.
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Post by RazzleDazzle on Aug 19, 2008 22:59:17 GMT -6
Monday, August 18, 2008 She's a flying thing that sings With her eyes like smoky rings The sun can feel her presence in the sky And I think I'm gonna stay 'cause there's nothing in our way And she says that she can teach me how to fly.
-Jackson Browne 5:59 pm. So, I'm going to learn to fly. No, seriously. Been thinking about it and it's hardly fair that practically everyone has a way to transport themselves but me. Am tired of walk walk walk everywhere. Or skate, rather. Have been looking up profiles of teammates that have energy powers and think I have a way it might work. Need someone to help though, but who? 6:04 pm. Havok would obviously be first choice. He is a teammate, has an energy power, and we work well together. But alas, is also MIA. Perhaps also Cannonball, but status is same as Havok's. God, where are all these people at? 6:12 pm. Have briefly contemplated asking Tony Stark. Well, Iron Man, really. But do not want to keep taking my problems to Tony Stark to help me sort them out. He's already done more than enough for me, and probably shouldn't take advantage of the situation. Plus, things might end up some place other than the sky. 6:27 pm. So.... have decided on Devon. Why not? I don't need anyone to teach me; at least initially. Would be way too embarassed and would rather wait to ask someone who actually flies once I've at least tried it. I just need someone there to catch me when I fall, or grab me if I shoot myself off into space on accident. Devon is perfect for this. Also, he owes me. Am gonna go ask him right now! Just need to pack some flying clothes. Oh! What should I wear? 6:45 pm. God, do not have anything to wear for flying! Have gone all through my closet, and Lorna's closet, and even peeked into Kitty's. Nothing. Zip, zilch, zero. WHAT AM I GOING TO WEAR?!?! Gah. 9:01 pm. Ok, am now at Devon's. Finally borrowed a pair of jeans from Lorna and a shirt from Kitty. It will be fine - it's just Devon and it's not like he has alot of fashion sense. Have broached subject re: flying and he's agreed! We're gonna go flying!
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Post by RazzleDazzle on Aug 19, 2008 23:00:31 GMT -6
Monday, August 18, 2008 11:55 am. Hmmm. Did not get to go flying last night after all. But that is ok, am not complaining. Definitely not! (see entry 08-10-08 re: mmmmkissing.)
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Post by RazzleDazzle on Oct 13, 2008 15:21:32 GMT -6
Saturday, October 11, 2008. I wouldnt call him fly Suspenders and a bow tie. I wouldnt call him the man but he can still hang with the Fan.
Maybe he doesn't have experience with dates But I bet the same thing happend to Bill Gates. So even though he doesn't have Sean Jean or Gerbauds I got love for my geek, I want everyone to know.
-Fan_3 11:09 pm. Another chat with George tonight re: lack of love life. Don't know why he wants my advice - he doesn't listen to it. He has not even tried to pick up one girl! He probably even forgot all those great pick-up lines I gave him. Hmph, feel slighted. Am Love Guru and give great advice. I should write a book: The Disco Diva's Guide to Dating in the Real World or similar. Would be instant success! Will sell millions of copies, and go on a book-signing tour, and people will know me as The Love Guru! Still, does not help with George's current situation. Has been many, many months since Cerise left him. High time he gets back on the ol' horse - metaphorically speaking, of course. Doubt that actually riding a horse would help. Not that people really ride horses anymore these days. Why is this a saying again? 11:32 pm. Have had brilliant brainstorm, in manner of lightbulb over the head and everything. Will set George up with Pepper Potts! Right? Was going to mention Pepper to Warren Worthington but in light of Warren's current state of mind, think that may be a v. nongood idea. So, George it is. Obviously cannot tell George to call Pepper up and ask her out - Pepper would be ancient spinster before he got up the nerve. So will have to do it sneakily. Read an article in Food & Wine last month about dinner parties and have been dying to have one. Can invite both George and Pepper. Am so clever.
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