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Ladies who will be attending Natasha's soiree, please let me know your favorite colors here. You may text me your measurements [here] so that they remain private.

I have no idea how my life has come to this point. I'm terribly amused.

You can all blame Lulu for this idea, but I want to do a sexy lingerie party. She'll be designing the underwear.

Ladies only.

Hm. My dreams have a tendency to be pretty violent and heartbreaking.

Seems like I should be more disturbed.

While we're all making public posts for the record.

Zuko has a temper, but he has never, in my lifetime, directed that anger towards me. He's never punched me, hurt me, or otherwise abused me. He is, in fact, among the people in my life that never treated me like chattel or someone to marry off to the highest bidder.

I know women in these situations have a habit of declaring publicly that nothing is wrong, but there's an incident report on file here at the hotel. Everyone here knows I really did get drunk, fall, and hit my head. The only person to blame here is myself.

Thank you.

I shouldn't have to post this, but I'm going to. Consider it my official statement on the matter.

Commander Tyra Shepard is an upstanding woman and up until a year or so ago, was one of America's finest soldiers. Unless you fought alongside her, you don't get to second-guess that. And it is never alright to bring up anyone's private life in public like that. I don't care who you are.

As my Employee, she has helped shape the kids in her care for the better. She's helped us rebuild, and was a key part of the rescue efforts at the Ranch during the meteor and earthquake. I will not be firing her. Not now, not ever.

I especially will not be firing her over what she chooses to do after hours in her committed and stable relationship. I don't care if that relationship is with a man, woman, bottle of vodka, or electric toaster. You shouldn't either.

She's a good woman and she will be employed at Urdnot Ranch as long as she wants to be. The end.

Awful confessions of the night: I can't stop listening to Tom Cruise as Stacee Jaxx on the Rock of Ages soundtrack. Cannot. Stop.

Tell me your awful confessions.

I need a new dancer for my club.

Anyone with dance quality that has a decent body? If so, please respond so we can set up an audition. The pay isn't amazing. But it can be a late night part time thing.

I hate running this business. I want servants again. Stupid father.

Hm. It seems my fellow long-suffering bachelor friends are abandoning their ways.

Did I perhaps miss something? Is it Spring again already?

Sooo.

"Reapers"

Tuesday nights are so slow.

New drink special tonight. Two-for-one drinks at Joeyray's if you have an interesting story for the bartender.

So, hey. They starting to know me at my usual haunts. Anyone up to recommending a card room or drinking hole where old Remy might be lost in the shuffle for a bit?

You know, I'm not even going to pretend this is a network glitch. I have no shame. Bartender from Stark's gala - are you around?

So what the hell is going on in my goddamned bar?

Do I even wanna know?

Question. Would you like to do something besides go running, some time? Not that running isn't wonderful - good for the health, good preparation for the zomb-- right, can't even joke about that one. Point being, love the running, would like to also have dinner some time. Maybe. If you'd like.

Well. That was something else. I was lucky that the giraffe slobber didn't really ruin the tux.

That would have been very hard to explain, I think.

No fistfights yet. :-(

Does anyone have access to the guest list for this little shindig Tony's throwing?