House is giving me slack again. First he stole my food when I was with my first three wives. Then he stole my food when I moved in with him. It was really nice when I lived at Grace's, and it was just to help her out, not what everyone was thinking! I have morals after all. She slept on the couch. Anyway, House just came over, and he's eyeing me with that hungry look, and says that he hasn't eaten. He's bought syrup. I don't know what he really wants, but...
Syrup? That's nothing. If you really want to get things going, try edible body paint. There's a nice place called "Velvet's Boutique and Marital Aid Emporium" just outside Princeton that can get you everything you need. Just tell them Rob sent you and they'll give you a discount on the imported stuff.
Uck. Have just finished 10 hour shift. Would feel terrible, if not for supreme and genius-like foresight in remembering to stock extra strawberry body wash, shampoo, conditioner and hair gel in locker. Yay, me! Stole Wilson's hair dryer to perfect the look; if he notices, will blame House. Cameron (whose hair is totally groady, unlike mine) still mooning after House, House becoming increasingly peeved at her goopy eyes. Doesn't matter, though, Wilson will kill her if she tries anything.
Still the prettiest.
(OT: For 50 points, what famous fandom diary am I referencing? And edited because I can't spell at 1 AM.)
Edited by GranTorino, May 27, 2006 @ 11:35 PM.