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We all know that my OTP always has been and always will be Spike/Xander.

*HOWEVER*, trepkos has written her first ever fanfic, and it's bloody fantastic. It's Spike/Riley (I know, "squick!"). But it is really amazing, and totally "awwww"worthy and very much H/C angsty and we all know how much I lurves my angst. So go check it out, and give her kudos because it really is magnifique. Go. Go now.

No Title as of Yet.

Guess what?

While I was fixing the centerpiece for the dinning room table, making the flower arrangment for the kitchen and arranging everything and pretty much decking the halls, as I listened to my XMAS MIX CD, the Christmas Spirit came back.

Though it still doesn't feel quite like Christmas (probably the lack of snow), I'm in a muuuuch better mood today. Then again, I haven't stepped out of this house once. *nods*

And now off to shower and pertty myself.

Merry Christmas everyone. I hope that love finds you and time forgets you and that you remember always the joy you feel at that one instant of pure happiness.

Ugh

Full. So very very full. Now I know how that poor turkey feels. *bleck*

But it's a good full. Me and mummy dearest made strawberry butter and Popovers. They turned out swell, and we kinda stuffed ourselves chock full of 'em. We both had about three (and these suckers were as big as an October squash) and at least a ton of strawberry butter between us. No one else liked them, but it was worth it just for the two of us. Good times.

I got me some soda and some Shampoo from the grand's. yay for that. Eh, they do what they can, and this isn't about the gifts, now is it? Well, not from them. From the Step's it is all about the gifts because there's no feeling there, except for animosity and the urge to *stabstabstab*. But if I do that, I get no gift from fat(like whoa!) aunt. Sad, really. I should always get my prezzies cuz I'm an angel. *snerk*

Also, was kind of nice. Brian called during his yard time to talk to everyone. Even I talked to him. He sounds... different... somehow. Which suprises me, because I've always been the first one to say that it's all an act. Anyway, we talked...like brothers do. It was strange. Haven't spoken to him in a little over two years. Guess I kind of forget I even have a brother most of the time. And I've been thinking, if he does get out for good someday...maybe it'd be nice to have some semblence of a relationship with him, instead of the complete and utter hallow feeling I've had towards him for the longest time. Ah, what dreams may come, right?

*snicker* You didn't even know I *had* a brother did you? Nope, didn't think so.

And now, to see if I can round up some good fiction to lull myself to sleep to.

Merry Xmas to all and to all a good night.