Ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh. I got around two hours of sleep last night because my nextdoor neighbor brought her boyfriend home and apparently she (or he, for that matter, because I couldn't really tell) is a screamer. A LOUD one. Kill me now.
[Charmed Private to Friends]
Okay, well first of all, I am soooooo sorry I sort of disappeared for a month there! I didn't really get a chance to fill everyone in at the ball, so I'll do it now.
About a week after I got home, my parents offered to buy me an apartment. I wasn't really surprised, because when James finished school, they had an apartment picked out for him before he'd been home for a full day. So I am, apparently, the favorite child. So anyway, it took me around two weeks to completely fix the place and decorate it, and then I needed a job.
Well, you know the advice columnist for Witch Weekly? Stacy Saunders? Well, the previous Ms. Saunders got hitched and ran away to Paris, and they needed a new person fast, so I applied... and I got the job. Yes, that's right, you are all talking to Ms. Stacy Saunders (as of two weeks ago). I get letters every damned day from people who can't be bothered to fix their own fucking problems, but who cares? It pays well, and you wouldn't believe half of the crazy shite people ask for advice on.
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[Charmed Private to Friends]
Okay, well first of all, I am soooooo sorry I sort of disappeared for a month there! I didn't really get a chance to fill everyone in at the ball, so I'll do it now.
About a week after I got home, my parents offered to buy me an apartment. I wasn't really surprised, because when James finished school, they had an apartment picked out for him before he'd been home for a full day. So I am, apparently, the favorite child. So anyway, it took me around two weeks to completely fix the place and decorate it, and then I needed a job.
Well, you know the advice columnist for Witch Weekly? Stacy Saunders? Well, the previous Ms. Saunders got hitched and ran away to Paris, and they needed a new person fast, so I applied... and I got the job. Yes, that's right, you are all talking to Ms. Stacy Saunders (as of two weeks ago). I get letters every damned day from people who can't be bothered to fix their own fucking problems, but who cares? It pays well, and you wouldn't believe half of the crazy shite people ask for advice on.
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