Christmas Eve Defeat

It feels strange writing this when so many of you already know my day~ Yes my all nighter defeated me, because of my glasses of all things. As much fun as it was chatting with so many of you on twitter and livestream chat my eyes got tired from staring at the screen & it meant that I had to keep taking my precious glasses off~which made replying a little difficult. Aw well~ at least we tried~

Oh~ and thank you~ to Ronald for setting that livestream thing up, he does have some uses at times~ ...other than being a doorstop.

This is just a short blog because I am going to go rest my head on my desk and take a little nap before I go home and spend Christmas with ~my~man~.

So~

MERRY CHRISTMAS!

And let me know what Santa brought you all~ ...That is if you didn't end up on the naughty~ list~

5 Days Until Christmas.

This entry is taking me ages to write because I keep getting distracted by petting my hair because I put too much conditioner in it and now it feels oh so silky smooth and stroke-able.

I wish to complain that you humans are being boring again. You've all been so well behaved and healthy. It has been difficult for me to amuse myself with my work. ...And you all know what happens if I get bored, I make my own~messy~entertainment~ Someone of my legendary caliber shouldn't be picking off old people from hospitals. I want to be aroused~ and tantalized by a beautiful, sweetly crimson death. One that I could watch the cinematic record of for hours without a hint of boredom. Or to feel someones dying pulse as life ebbs out of them with every drop of hot~ sticky~ fluid~ ...Awha~! I am making myself shiver at the mere thought! This world needs more interesting people like my dearly departed Madam~

...As you can probably guess my work load has been less than fruitful.

Also I wish to point out that the whole belief that suicide rates are higher this time of year is just a myth. It's actually higher in the summer and for some reason you usually pick Monday as the day to voluntarily shuffle off your mortal coil. I know everyone hates Mondays but that is a little over dramatic. I prescribe chocolate for the Monday blues, it almost always works.

Hm this was more of a work rant today than anything else, well at least it was a bit more interesting than a whole blog about the shopping I did today.

7 Days Until Christmas.

Oh~ we've hit the one week check point until Christmas! Has everyone got their presents bought yet? I know I haven't. Aw well~ I'll get the left over gifts on Monday.

Today has been simply spectacularly lazy. My prediction last night about being sore today proved correct so me and my handsome man spent the day recovering in bed. Of course we may have made our situation worse by indulging in a few more pain causing activities while we were curled up together.

Sadly I ended up being called out from under my blanket by Ronald who wanted me to wanted me to accompany him Christmas shopping for William. I didn't want to go but at least it gave me the opportunity to pick up a nice new tub of strawberry ice cream. Alas~ that carton didn't last very long. Ah the love of a lady and her ice cream, it is always doomed to be a short lived romance.

Ronald and I had an interesting discussion on our way to run our little errand. We were talking about injuries and we have came to the delightful conclusion that there is no sensation quite like smacking your head off pavement. A grotesque and painful subject but it is true. It makes your whole head rattle. The only thing I could think of worse than that sensation is the bothersome pain of paper cuts, but they bleed so freely & beautifully that I can forgive their stinging tendencies.

On a more depressing note. I think I have caught a cold from being outside today. Will blames it on me for eating an entire carton of ice cream in December but I think he's just trying to ruin my fun. Also everyone knows that ice cream cures everything.

8 Days Until Christmas.

I wasn't going to write a blog for my anniversary because I would rather be in bed with Will but I cant sleep and my man is tired out from earlier so I wont try and wake him.

So yes~ It was our 212th anniversary!

And after much begging on my part I managed to drag Will out for a romantic dinner for two. It was my treat~ since he was being such a baby about today, and I love spoiling him on our special day.

Oh and here's a little tip from me to all of you~ ...If you're having dinner and expect to do ~other~activities~ afterward, don't fill yourself up at dinner.
...Though that didn't stop me falling off my usual diet and eating a rather large, bloody steak.

Will likes to protest that today isn't out real anniversary since we have broken up multiple times over the centuries so technically we haven't been together consistently since that, slightly drunken, first kiss at our graduation party. But I think this date is more important than those other possible anniversaries because it is the first one and as I explained to Will, it is the day where we both started to play our leading roles in each other's lives~ And I am his leading lady, just as he is my prince charming.

I'm rather glad today is a Saturday. I'm not in the mood to go to work and I think both of us are going to be sore when we get up. And if certain little love marks~ don't fade away we will both be wearing scarfs to work on Monday. ...Maybe we should just spend the entire day in bed.

11 Days Until Christmas: 2 Days Until Our Anniversary

I am so easily distracted lately I just cant help myself. In between decorating, work, shopping and Will~ I have had very little time to stop and write everything down for my beautiful audience. Also it is only two days until my anniversary with William! He isn't overly enthusiastic about it but none the less I have been picking out my lingerie and planning a few surprises for him. Sadly I cant post my ideas on here because he reads blog and I don't want to ruin the surprise. It is also why I cant write down what I got any of my fellow reapers for Christmas. They're all so nosey! ...Even though I haven't bought everyone presents yet.

Dispatch now has a tree! It took a bit of work on my part but Will let us keep it up. Willy cant stay mad at me when I'm dressed as Mrs Claus while putting up decorations. There is always something about a short skirt that makes me immune to lecturing.

Hopefully I'll keep my eye pleasing, lady like figure over Christmas. All this cold weather has had me filling myself up with hot chocolate. And if I must say so myself I make magnificent hot chocolate. I may be a terrible cook, but when it comes to chocolate filled moments of self indulgence I am a domestic goddess~ Luckily me and Will's heating is working again so we're back to being toasty warm, which is both a blessing and a curse.

Ronald keeps playing this in the office so I think I should share since I feel festive~

21 Days Until Christmas: 12 Days Until Our Anniversary

The heating in our place has been broken all weekend. The house has been absolutely freezing cold and I have spent the last two days wrapped up in my fuzzy red blanket. I don't want the heating to be fixed, even though I have been cold, Will and I have been more than happy to keep each other nice and hot~ Yours truly hasn't been properly dressed since I left work on Friday, even as I write this I'm only wearing Will's pajama bottoms and my quilt. (I seem to have misplaced my own pajamas somewhere)

On a more festive note~

We've started putting decorations up in Dispatch. We haven't got a tree yet but we are gradually sneaking in little pieces of Christmas into the office so Will wont really notice. Ronald has relapsed into his addiction to mince pies and has started begging us to buy boxes of them for him to eat during work hours.

I hope it snows this year. I may have whined a few times about the ice but I really would love a white Christmas. There is nothing more beautiful than reaping on a white winter afternoon with Christmas carols far off in the distance and crimson DEATH soaking into the snow. Blood melts snow, but it turns it into such wonderfully stained liquid. Ah~I get warmed from the inside out simply imaging it. Maybe a snow flake or two falling on a freshly departed face to finish the image? So beautiful~