I Think I'm Sick

I actually thought I wasnt going to get around to writing one of these today, but I thought that I should be nice and write a little something to my adoring audience between deaths and boring paperwork. It might take me a little while to finish this though as Will keeps walking behind my desk and I have to close everything so he doesnt notice my slacking off. If any of you remember, he has confiscated my little blog before and I dont want it to fall into the hands of my man again...also he writes embarrassing things about me as a punishment.

He should be happy though I've been a good little reaper today. I somehow managed to arrive at Dispatch twenty minutes early today, & I'm having a good hair and makeup up day so it wasnt my usual morning start of being trailed in by William and fixing my make up at my desk because I over indulged in beauty sleep. I think I might be ill, it is the only way I could possibly explain getting up early & voluntarily doing my paperwork today.

In other news~ I managed to break my phone while reaping and now I have to tolerate Will's pigeon until I get a new one. They're such ugly, bland birds. I dont see why he keeps them. Also the creepy thing keeps staring at me while it is sitting on my desk and it is a bit off putting. Why pigeons any way? They should give us something more interesting, like owls, oh! or parrots! A parrot could take voicemail messages instead. I am so clever.

Oh I planned for this to be longer but I have to leave for a death in two minutes. Buh bye~

You Would Think I Would Get Tired Blogging About Hair

I'm having a good hair day today~! ...I know that isnt really something that needs to be announced as I almost always look perfect but I've had a series of bad hair days the last few days so I felt like announcing the return of my hair normality to the world. I'm blaming new hair products for my hair problems. They made it look shiny but it felt terrible. What is the point of nice hair if I cant touch it? Also Will touches my hair so I cant have my man tugging me along by hair that feels slimy or hard in places.So it is now back to its usual silky softness.

I'm a little ashamed to admit that I have eaten all of the chocolate eggs I received on Sunday. As I've explained before we reapers dont really celebrate human holidays but we do like to take part in things like gift giving and stealing some traditions simply because it's fun, like using easter as an excuse to make William buy me mountains of chocolate.

I feel a little guilty for being so greedy though. I might stop myself from eating chocolate for the next few weeks to make up for it. It is going to be hard and I've failed this little diet promise quite a few times but I'll try any way. It really doesnt help my will power that Ronald has been discount egg shopping since Easter ended and buying up all the chocolate that is now on sale.

I know I have been a little inconsistent with my updates as of the last few days, well, I've been around more than what I used to be at the start of the year. The main reason why I have been unpredictable with my posts is simply because I'm a busy maiden. Just recently I have set the goal of posting while at the office because it is the only place where I am forced to sit down and concentrate on things, aka procrastinating on doing paperwork until Will screams at me. Alas~ blogging while at work occasionally means that I sometimes get so busy with reaping that I dont have time to write anything. Like yesterday~ I planned to blog but I had Death to spread and my hair got ruined by the rain. I looked ghastly and had to walk around like that for the entire day. It isnt easy being lil' ole' me at times~

Anything But Work

I'm currently writing up the most deadly dull death I have ever seen so I thought I would talk to you lot instead. I was keeping myself busy by text messaging Will little hearts but that cruel man confiscated my phone until the end of the day. If he is going to treat me like a child he might as well spank me, that would be more fun~

He was nice enough to give me tomorrow off though. Apparently I wont be needed so if I dont update this I'll probably be at home and wrapped up in bed. I need my beauty sleep and I feel guilty for neglecting my bed. It must be feeling unloved with my abandoning it so early every morning.

I should celebrate my long weekend by being a little naughty at lunch time. As much as I love my figure and hate destroying it with horrible fatty foods I might treat myself to something nasty and fried for lunch. I've been craving chips. I might sneak down to the human world and get myself a chippy to indulge myself~ And I'll pick up some fish and chips for my darling since it is Will's favourite.
...I get a feeling that I am going to regret this idea by the end of the day.

Gimmie DEATH

If I dont get my nails done by the end of the day I will reap something~ I know it is unlike me to have several beauty mistakes in one day but I got so distracted reaping this morning I had no time to do my nails and I lifted the wrong products when leaving the house this morning. Now I have mascara in my coat pocket and nothing for my lips. It is going to bother me the rest of the work day.

Well at least I can keep myself distracted by picking off the chipped nail polish. It is better to have bare nails than ugly ones~

I just realized that I havent written anything about Ronald in a while. That is mainly because I haven't seen him that often. Of than the occasional sighting of my brat of a partner in the canteen. He's been doing a slightly different shift from me. Not that I mind because I am quite happy to sit at my desk and ogle William all day...but if I dont get to reap or kill something soon I will start breaking things. A lady needs her exercise, and because you humans have an annoying habit of living longer now-a-days I get so BORED!

I'm trying to stop this turning into another blog where I whine about lack of deaths but...I want something interesting! I'm just going to sit at my desk and pray for a mass murder, a demon outbreak or even gross zombies again, anything. I'm just aching to ram my large, pulsating scythe into something and rip it apart~

Any~way~ I am having a tea date with Will after work so at least that is something to cheer me up.