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Bamfy
I was all nice and warm curled up in my waterbed, when a familiar puff of glitter caught my attention.
"What do you want J?"
"We don't seem to be in the best of moods."
"I have a headache." I said, sitting up. I blinked a few times in the gloom of my bedroom. "Your hair is orange."
"Thank you so much for noticing. Do you always sleep in your clothes?"
I looked down at the black shirt that proclaimed 'Vegas' in neon pink letters, and my torn blue jeans. "I got back and fell asleep. No time to change."
"Well, did you at least enjoy yourself?"
"J, I don't have any pictures of you."
"I'm offended. I was just worried about you, disappearing on us like that. I only wanted to know if you enjoyed yourself."
"Well, lets see....I redecorated that room I trashed, sat by the pool, caught an eyeful of you naked, got sloshed, went to Vegas, almost married a tourist chomping demon, sobered up enough to figure out that it wasn't really wanted from life, diched the demon, came home, and now I'm talking to you. Yeah, I'd say it was just peachy."
"Then I take it Catch has gone back to Jen?"
I rubbed my tempels. Thinking wasn't doing good things to my brain at this point. "How should I know? I left him at Chapel of the Bells. He has this really horrible tattoo that says BAMFY 4-EVR." I giggled. Bad idea. "Ow."
"Your telling me you almost eloped with a demon?"
"Don't laugh. Believe it or not, that was one of my more stable relationships."
You really are insane, aren't you."
"I didn't get the nickname for nothing. Bye now."
He took the hint and disappeared.
