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Angel? Gunn? Treading on very thin ice.
I keep thinking that they'll use their last six remaining brain cells to figure out that pissing me off? Not a good thing! But this is the guys we're talking about!
Wesley? Sort of resigned to his shopping fate. Even did the whole, "Well, I'll try to make the best of it" British thing that he's so damned good at, but Angel and Gunn?
Gunn said that there was no way in hell he was fighting off some biddy for a 50% off sweater?
Lesson Number One. You see something at 50% off? You buy it! Doesn't matter if you have no freakin' use for it whatsoever. You buy it. And you fight off said biddy, no matter how much she bats her big ol' Grandma eyes at you.
Lesson Number Two. Sweater? For WHO exactly? We live in LA, dumbass. It's like heat central!
Angel isn't as blatant with his disregard of my shopping skills. Last night? He skipped on out of it by saying he had to patrol with Faith. Patrol for what, exactly? How many threesomes they can find in one night?
Pfft!
I'll get him shopping if it kills me. Besides, judging by his performance last year? Don't get me wrong, the presents he bought us were all very good but-- He got them online for craps sake! How unfestive can you get?
Besides, I promised him I'd treat him to a cup of Starbucks Festive special. It's not all about me this shopping trip! Geez! And if he's really good? He may even get a cookie!
Although when I told him that? He just scowled. Said he wasn't a big foodie or anything and that he didn't feel like eating right now, didn't feel like doing anything right now. I was about to get my bitch on and chew him out for skipping out on the shopping yet again but-- He actually looked kinda tired. Which, for a 250 year old vampire? Isn't the best of things.
I told him to go upstairs and lie down and that if he was good? I'd bring him up blood later. He asked if we could forgo the cinnamon this time and I just scowled. If he wants two shopping trips? He's going the right way about it, sick or not.
Half the time? I think he just likes getting a rise out of me. Goddamn manpire.
Which reminds me. I gotta go pick up some stuff for the party that Angel sort of semi-agreed to as he shuffled up the stairs and... Doyle's present. Hopefully I'll see him at some point before the festivities begin-- Although I think he's avoiding me. Must be all that talk of forcing people to go shopping with me, I think I scared him away.
I'm not THAT bad.
I got a phone call from Summer the other night, too. Turns out her parents got sick of the whole hurricane thing down in Florida and moved to none other than Sunnydale. Sunnydale. Said better by my cousin with the, "I'm now walking the halls you reigned in... Y'know, in the days when you were cool?" comment.
Of course, I neglected to remind her that my school got blown up right around the time I graduated. And that my Principal was eaten by a giant snake. What was Aunt Laura thinking for God's sake?
Anyway, she just happened to mention that she was heading up to LA to go, like, shoe shopping. And since she'd heard about my big break and everything, could she come see me visit the movie set?
Damnit. I was so eager to get her off the phone I agreed to it. Angel's gonna kill me. How am I supposed to tell him that I have to take two days of work to go shopping? Oooh, wait...
I keep thinking that they'll use their last six remaining brain cells to figure out that pissing me off? Not a good thing! But this is the guys we're talking about!
Wesley? Sort of resigned to his shopping fate. Even did the whole, "Well, I'll try to make the best of it" British thing that he's so damned good at, but Angel and Gunn?
Gunn said that there was no way in hell he was fighting off some biddy for a 50% off sweater?
Lesson Number One. You see something at 50% off? You buy it! Doesn't matter if you have no freakin' use for it whatsoever. You buy it. And you fight off said biddy, no matter how much she bats her big ol' Grandma eyes at you.
Lesson Number Two. Sweater? For WHO exactly? We live in LA, dumbass. It's like heat central!
Angel isn't as blatant with his disregard of my shopping skills. Last night? He skipped on out of it by saying he had to patrol with Faith. Patrol for what, exactly? How many threesomes they can find in one night?
Pfft!
I'll get him shopping if it kills me. Besides, judging by his performance last year? Don't get me wrong, the presents he bought us were all very good but-- He got them online for craps sake! How unfestive can you get?
Besides, I promised him I'd treat him to a cup of Starbucks Festive special. It's not all about me this shopping trip! Geez! And if he's really good? He may even get a cookie!
Although when I told him that? He just scowled. Said he wasn't a big foodie or anything and that he didn't feel like eating right now, didn't feel like doing anything right now. I was about to get my bitch on and chew him out for skipping out on the shopping yet again but-- He actually looked kinda tired. Which, for a 250 year old vampire? Isn't the best of things.
I told him to go upstairs and lie down and that if he was good? I'd bring him up blood later. He asked if we could forgo the cinnamon this time and I just scowled. If he wants two shopping trips? He's going the right way about it, sick or not.
Half the time? I think he just likes getting a rise out of me. Goddamn manpire.
Which reminds me. I gotta go pick up some stuff for the party that Angel sort of semi-agreed to as he shuffled up the stairs and... Doyle's present. Hopefully I'll see him at some point before the festivities begin-- Although I think he's avoiding me. Must be all that talk of forcing people to go shopping with me, I think I scared him away.
I'm not THAT bad.
I got a phone call from Summer the other night, too. Turns out her parents got sick of the whole hurricane thing down in Florida and moved to none other than Sunnydale. Sunnydale. Said better by my cousin with the, "I'm now walking the halls you reigned in... Y'know, in the days when you were cool?" comment.
Of course, I neglected to remind her that my school got blown up right around the time I graduated. And that my Principal was eaten by a giant snake. What was Aunt Laura thinking for God's sake?
Anyway, she just happened to mention that she was heading up to LA to go, like, shoe shopping. And since she'd heard about my big break and everything, could she come see me visit the movie set?
Damnit. I was so eager to get her off the phone I agreed to it. Angel's gonna kill me. How am I supposed to tell him that I have to take two days of work to go shopping? Oooh, wait...