Here we go, another installment.

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This whole 'seducing' thing needs to be planned carefully. Since I don't have much experience in that realm, am watching a video to help me. Madame Giry gave it to me, it's entitled 'Napoleon Dynamite'. I'm a bit skeptical about the techniques, but willing to try.

Later

Christine seemed pretty skeptical herself when I was dancing behind the mirror. They didn't show that in the film. Got angry and decided that I do the wonky possessive thing best, should stick to it. Worked anywho. Madame Giry watched me steal the key beforehand... God I hate that ' I disapprove' look. She's just jealous 'cause I never visited her mirror... Well, at least as far as her knowledge goes...yeah.

Don't think Christine likes my mannequin though... Wah!

Doesn't like my mask either, apparently. Nosy busybody tryin to rip off my mask... sniffle...

Didn't feel too bad though, since I totally stole her stockings while she was konked out. Haha, who has to tromp around the lair in bare feet? Not MY mannequin!

She seemed really sorry for the whole mask thing, though. Offered to make me turkey waffles.

They didn't show that on camera either. Imagine me pushing her for taking my mask off! I was really angry because she nearly burned the lair down trying to make waffles... there's editing for you.

Hmm, now she's whining about being cold in the lair. Perhaps I'll... raise the thermostat. yeah... pppeeerverted thoughts...

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Och. She slapped me! After I had thoughtfully offered to heat her cold body... with mine... in bed... in a certain position I saw in a magazine. She told me I was the poster child for the evils of not getting laid. I told her then she should fix at least one evil in this world. She glared at me, and said she was going to sing a song with the fop on the roof just to spite me. She knows I hate heights...and fop.

She wouldn't.

...right?

Crap.

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Christine says she doesn't want to come back! Wah! I bet he offered to make her waffles...

The fop left his lip gloss on the roof. How irritating. It does smell nice, however. Perhaps I'll give it to the mannequin.

Fop also took my box. Very crowded tonight. Had to watch from the rafters. I hate heights. During stupid ballet was attempting to show Buquet how to lasso properly so he could try it with the choir girls when he leaned too far forward. Stupid dead Buquet.

Ah well. I'll just say I killed him and be done with it.

Pity, I kind of liked him...

That just means all his brandy belong to me! Hahahahahahahaha!

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Ugh. Got completely wasted. Woke up with the mannequin on top of me and stockings clutched in my hand. Shaving cream all over my face and insane giggling could be heard.

Damn you Christine!

Ah well... some kind of party coming up. I'll so get her back. And I won't resort to waffles. That's just low.

Nah, a little bit of sword poking and threatening should do that trick. I'm off!

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A/N: I kind of like these short, funny, sporatic entries. I think I'll continue. What say you?

If you're reading this and haven't read my phantom phic "Point of No Return", please do so and let me know what you think! Thankies!

Silinde

aka

Diana.