( colligo ¬ get collected ) → network.

Sleeping's stupid. I don't want to do it no more.

I have a house elf. Clearly my life wasn't stressful enough without a racist House Elf to go along with the clinically depressed husband and hyperactive teenager. Of course.

I think I'm going to adopt a puppy.

( Private to Jack )

( Private to Jenny )

I would like to make it very clear to my new husband, in a public forum so he cannot say later that I didn't warn him, that while I have a high tolerance for idiocy, I also have a very good taser. And I'm not at all bothered by the idea of using it.

All I have to say on this matter, as mental as it may be, is that we should all be grateful the city has decided to treat us to something that doesn't involve death and destruction. I, for one, have had quite enough of that as of late.

( Private to Guinevere )

( Private to Jude )

I suppose I should have said something earlier, but you know how it is with these whirlwind marriages and divorces and getting remarried, it all takes a toll on the old braincells.

Public Service Announcement.
Kissing people that you're not currently "married" to is a very painful thing to do. I can confirm this. Don't do it, kids, it's possibly a thousand times worse than apparating. The pain bit, I mean. Depending on your partner, I'm sure the kissing will be excellent.

Of course, if you're some sort of masochist, feel free to kiss whomsoever you choose.

Okay, ow. I'll take 'mind shattering pain from visions' over this crap any day.

And you know, they shouldn't consider it trying to stray too far when you aren't actually trying to, y'know, stray too far. Even people on house arrest get some sort of warning beep first.

Also, because I'm lazy, you people do it all the time too, and this way his little "wife" can see it as well.

Wes. You're still alive and lacking fang marks, right? Hint: The answer better be 'yes' or I'm going stake happy.

This is horrible.

So, I'm thinking Tacos tonight. Dawn, how do you feel about Tacos?

Stefan, would you and your wife like to join us?

I just wanted to make sure that you were all right.

This isn't purgatory is it? I was just there. Mitchell? Where are you?

Where did you take me? This isn't home.

I thought we were going back.

Where did you wind up? I need more blood.

What the fucking hell?

Lia! What did you So much for honour amongst the dead.

This isn't where I was supposed to

Fuck!

A woman at the museum yesterday commented how nice it was to see a father enjoying a cultural experience with his daughter. That father being my son and myself the daughter.