PARABOLICAL GRAFFITI

Man, Christmas was awesome. I'm never making fudge with anyone else again, but it was fun this time. I think we probably should have stopped when the blender and a whole bottle of rum got involved, but that logic was beyond us by the time we got there.

Still, the apartment complex still stands, and the headache and sugar overload are finally over. Milkshakes are an activity that should only be undertaken sober. Anyone want runny fudge made with rum?

Does stuff like that happen all the time? The ghost thing, I mean.

I hate trying to go shopping around Christmas. Especially in the mall. You better appreciate the present I got you, Nate. If there is not at the very least a heartfelt on-the-knees worship of my person after opening it, I'm going to trade you in for a younger partner.

Speaking of which, Jack, what do you want for Christmas?

Like a lot of other things, the weather is crazy in California. L.A.'s a big change from San Francisco.

Not that I'm homesick or anything.

Also, my favorite beer is actually available here, so at least there's that. If anyone's bored, I'm obviously pretty bored myself, and that just can't happen. I'm up for about anything, but I'd mostly just like to find someone who doesn't blatantly cheat at pool to have some beer and play a game with.

So I think that fighting vampires has a lot of advantages, in the grand scheme of things. The bodies evaporating has to be my favorite feature though, I must admit.

Maybe it's just knowing that I'll never have to hear Deadpool speak again. That's definitely a bonus.

I want to hit some stuff. I am way, way too out of practice and that needs to be rectified. Bad guy asskickings are required.

I spent two weeks as a dumb girly girl, it's so wrong. besides, early birthday present to me

And Xander- Not One Word. But, thanks.

Who here thinks that carrying guns to a bank, outside or not, is stupid with a side of crazy?

Please, raise your hand.