This is mostly for Chauvelin's amusement, but I thought the community in general may like to know that that annoying little beachball our very own Armand St. Just just celebrated his 25th birthday.
It's late, mademoiselle. I forgot it was June 1st. I suppose since I'll be working for you, I ought to ask what you prefer to be called. I'm fine with just Armand.
Twenty-five? I swear, the Brat and the Whore must be twin and won't admit it...I could have sworn Margot was twenty-five. And I've never missed her birthday...at least, I don't think I have...
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EVEN THOUGH I DON'T REALLY KNOW WHO YOU ARE! BUT MY TYPIST DOES!
And she says she loves you. Whatever that means. o.O I hope not more than me...
*characteristic adorable Sarah smile* ^.^
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I won't give you books to sort until tomorrow, then. *amiable joking smile*
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*Would kill to be 25 again. Well, maybe not kill, but damn near it*
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Thank you, Lord Henry.
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