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Wed, Dec. 1st, 2004, 10:30 pm

There is left over pie. Still. Gosh darnit, if we had more living people running around here, I could get more of this pie eaten.

I refuse to believe that, as Gunn put it, "went off the pie in the sky deep end with no paddle, yo". First off, that doesn't make two bits to Betsy of sense. Second...I like making pie.

The most exciting news of the week? We're having an infestation of stray cats at the Hyperion. And no, someone asked me if it was the band, and its not. What kind of name is that for a band anyhow? The cats? They are not fun. I can see why mother didn't let me have any kinds of pets. Smelly

Wed, Nov. 24th, 2004, 12:10 pm
demons make ground cloves.

$9.00 for a tiny little jar of ground cloves? What in the gosh darned heck is that about? I mean, for $9, you can get dinner and a movie for a MONTH. Gee whiz.

And I don't really give two bits to Betty about what kind of demons are attacking or sliming or taking over the world, we will all have a really nice Thanksgiving meal...with lots of pie.

And now that I've said that, there's an infestation of Tiquting demons down at Scientology Building on Hollywood Boulevard. Good luck!

Fri, Nov. 19th, 2004, 12:47 pm
It's Pie time!

I'm very pleased that it is almost nearly Thanksgiving. I mean, I've been waiting to make pies for forever, now. And I decorated the hotel for the big 'ole turkey day! I hope Angel doesn't get all pouty when he sees the tissue paper turkeys on the front desk.

Anyway, things seem to be going better with Cordelia and Angel. And I got one heckuva scare the other day when I thought I saw Angel wearing leather pants. Turns out it was just some gosh darned galicta slime from a stray galicta demon. ...smelled kind of like chocolate chip cookies.

I've been trying to get Ick-lyria more involved. I mean, sure she's a GodKing who killed one of my friends and is now inhabiting her shell-like body...and she ate my smurf hat, but that doesn't really mean she should be left out of everything, right? I think she'd enjoy the fine art of pastry baking.

Let's hope that she doesn't eat the rolling pin

Wed, Nov. 10th, 2004, 07:13 pm
Halloween was more fun than this.

I miss Cordy. Angel's being a big heck of a jerk and made her go away. I've left flower and jewelry catalogues at his big, broody door. Also, I made up a helpful list of possible clothing boutiques to get gift certificates. The Body Shop has so many salt and sugar scrubs, I she won't know what to do with herself.

I'd follow Cordelia, but she's at Mr. Turner's house. And gosh darnit, he's scary. I get the heebies and the jeebies from that water cooler making guy.

...I wonder if Ick-lyria would let me exfoliate her. Do GodKing people need exfoliation?

Mon, Nov. 1st, 2004, 01:12 pm

Gee whiz. That didn't go well.

Sure, Ick-lyria won the Halloween costume contest and all, but then there was some real shady badness. Well, gosh, I guess it was the typical badness. Humans messing with demonic forces, needing virgin sacrifices, setting up costume contest to suss out virgin sacrfices. You know, the usual.

Note to bar owners working on some demonic activity: Don't mess with My ancient smurf god-king.

She made people fly! It was just...well it was gosh darned swell, was what it was.

Now I think she's recharging her batteries. Something sorta like meditation, maybe? Heck, Cordy just relaxes with a nice, hot bath.

Maybe Angel will let me take Ick-lyria out more often. It's fun to fight evil with her!

Fri, Oct. 29th, 2004, 07:11 pm

Ick-lyria and I are going to head down to Stinky Pete's Bar and Grill. She's going to win me 1st place in the costume competition! That is...if she doesn't eat the beard.

Keep your fingers crossed for us!

Aw geez, she's pulling the stitches out of her little smurf hat...

Thu, Oct. 28th, 2004, 02:21 pm
God Kings are annoying.

Will someone, please make Ick-llyria put on the little white hat?

And tell her to STOP eating the Papa Smurf beard. Those are pretty gosh darned hard to come by.

...reminder for next year, NEVER dress up a cranky God-King-Immortal-whatchamacallit kind of person. They're just downright unreasonable. Gee whiz...

Tue, Oct. 26th, 2004, 07:34 am
Time to break out that gosh darn sheet again.

I was so preoccupied with wondering what Angel was doing to that invisible spy person, that I completely forgot about Halloween. I'm going to wear a sheet, again, because there really is nothing more fun than being a ghost pretending to be a person pretending to be a ghost. And I have to decorate the hotel and then get little candies to give to the trick or treaters! I love Halloween.

I used some office postage to send the keenest girl in all of Cleveland a little pumpkin filled with candy. I think she's the type that likes candy corn. She fell into a gap. I think candy might make her feel better.

I think I might take Ick-lyria to this costume contest they're having at a bar downtown. They're giving away nifty prizes and everything! And why wouldn't a smurfy kinda lady of the night win something like that??

Fri, Oct. 15th, 2004, 06:20 pm

So okay. I was trapped in SOMETHING, I have no idea what, but it was some new-fangled spy contraption that our visitor seemed to have set up.

So what is this thing guys? A ghost? I really don't think it's any kind of ghost, because wouldn't I be able to tell with my super keen ghostly powers?

Eh, I'm just glad that we have it captured, whatever it is. Angel has been interrogating it for a while now. Rather than offer a hand and screw things up, I'm gonna let the gang figure it out while I go and take inventory of all the stuff our houseguest filched.

*floats away exfoliation brush*

Wed, Oct. 6th, 2004, 01:14 pm
still searching.

Geez Louise, how many rooms does this hotel have? I mean, Honest to Pete, I've been searching for near to well a week, now!

Hold on...what's that?

Oh...just a gosh darned closet.

Or...OH...there's that....

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