They Say What They Say

e So much for not getting any Christmas presents this year. I've actually done very well, if you don't count the fact that I bought most of them myself. My bank account is now crying out in agony, but so far the tally is:

• Fic by phoebesmum
• New mobile phone
  
• Buffy the Vampire Slayer seasons 1-3 on DVD
• A cook book
• Kitchen accoutrements
• Make up
• Bike Helmet
• Silicon cake pan
• Vintage sewing patterns
• shoes

The shoes were a last minute gift. I saw them when I went shopping yesterday and didn't buy them, then decided last night that they would go great with my new dress (when I finally get around to making it) so I went back for them today. I'm currently sitting here with just about all my toes covered in band aids because I am determined to wear them to the party I'm going to tomorrow night.

Have spent the evening watching season one of Buffy for the first time in ages. Joss Whedon's commentary on Welcome to the Hellmouth is highly amusing, and god, some of the clothes Buffy wore in that season are just horrendous! Pucci-esque mini dresses, midriff tops, high-rise pants, tie-dyed t-shirts and chunky boots. Did we really wear that stuff in the mid 90's?

*shudders*

However I am amused no end by Giles using a scanner to check out books in his library, and Cordelia really was the biggest bitch in the world, wasn't she? Funnily enough, though, I much prefer her as a bitch to when she became Saint Cordy in Angel. She had way more depth of character when she was dishing out cutting put-downs.

Oh lord, look at the time. For the last few nights I've jumped online, intending to just catch up on my flist and check my email, but end up spending hours surfing around eBay and obsessively refreshing my flist. No wonder my housework has gotten out of hand. I haven't been doing any to keep it in check!