( colligo ¬ get collected ) → network.

Well would you look at that. It's my birthday! And April Fools Day. Unfortunately there aren't any good joke shops around here. I mean honestly, a city like this and there isn't one decent joke shop? If only Uncle George were here, then we could open up another shop. I'd try myself, but he's the one with all the really good ideas. Anyway, I say party at my place later on. Sevenish? Grams, Remus, Hugo, Juno, Molly, Cordy, Bonnie and anyone else who wants to stop by.

I don't appreciate being kidnapped then manhandled by tacky tin cans. Would anyone care to explain what is going on? I really don't have time for this. If we hadn't just destroyed them I'd think this was the Volturi's doing, but since that's impossible, I'd really like to know what the hell is going on!

( Oh, why not. )

I'm so bored. What is a kidnapping without threats and ransoms?

Scoobies and friends
When are we going to get together? I'm tired of trying to figure all these things out. I haven't even been to the city really. Shopping, ice cream, anyone.

( not sure why I'm doing this )

Okay. I meant to say something a couple of days ago, on Wednesday when Nate and I got married again, but what can I say? Honeymoon activities can be distracting.

Anyway. I'd like to thank everyone who was there and made the day even better than it already was.

Also...to whoever made it so that Nate could feel me when we kissed? Thank you. It really means a lot to the both of us.