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Paris sat at his desk at home in his favorite lounge-wear -- brightly colored panties and a simple shirt -- his legs crossed and one of his fuzzy pink slippered feet bouncing up and down as he thought. He twirled his bright pink pen between his fingers for a moment, then brought the end of it to his mouth to alternately suck at it and gently nibble away at the pink plastic with his perfectly straight white teeth. In front of him sat a well-used, black, hard-cover notebook stamped with a golden pentagram and a variety of other cutesy stickers and photos that claimed the notebook as his own.

He pondered it for a few long moments, considering what to write, before finally extricating the pen from his mouth and flipping through the pages, pausing to smile at a few particularly memorable entries. Eventually, he found the next blank page, uncapped his pen, and set it to the paper to write.

‘Ye Olde Book of Shadows,

It’s not quite New Year’s yet, but as I’ll be busy drinking my life away and tumbling into bed with a few strangers on New Year’s Eve, I suppose I’ll write my obligatory entry a day or so early. Thus, here are Paris’s New Year’s Resolutions, preserved here for posterity’s sake, and the sake of my horrible memory:

1.) Avoid terrorists at all costs. After Christmas Eve I’ve decided that none of them are to be trusted. They are cruel, vicious people who do not require the assistance of one so beautiful and pure -- such as myself. Therefore, there will not be another incident like Christmas Eve in which Paris LeFay is involved. I cherish my a** too much to risk it for any of them.

2.) Sleep with better looking men. I’ve come to the realization that a lot of the guys I sleep with are total boars. This must be rectified. I also will no longer put up with guys being horrible in bed. If they can’t please me, they’re not worth my time. Instead of suffering through it, I’ll leave and find someone better. Like Billy. Best I’ve had all year, and I can’t decide if that’s sad -- considering it was his first time and first times are rarely good -- or impressive, for the same reason.

3.) Actually sleep more. I stay up too late and get up too early. This problem will be solved, either by skipping classes or getting to bed at a decent time. I’m sick of hiding the bags under my eyes. The zombie look doesn’t work for me. I’m much too beautiful for that.

4.) Land a lead in a ballet. Preferably the female lead, but I’m willing to work with people so long as the person they actually cast in the female lead isn’t incompetent. Being cast as Princess Aurora would be fabulous, but at this point I’m not picky. I’ll be auditioning for anything that comes my way. That does mean school work will probably be taking a back seat once again, but it’s not like I care. I don’t know why I keep going back to that place anyway.

5.) Meet more people. I’m tired of the same old, same old. I need more excitement in my life. Safe, excitement, of course. No dangerous ice monsters, please. I can only meet so many people at a club. Most of them are all the same anyway, so I can’t really expect much from them. Maybe I should set my sights to a more sophisticated level?

Food for thought.

And finally:

6.) Try to “date” someone, if only to give Lady some peace of mind. He keeps nagging at me about “that special someone” and “true love” and bullshit like that, so I suppose I should humor him a little. That doesn’t mean it’ll last, of course. I’ll simply find someone to have fun with for a while, go on some casual dates, maybe invite Ladon along so he can see me “trying,” then act devastated during the inevitable “break up.” A nice show for Lady. He might like that. Well, not all the sadness and crying, but he’d like that I’m trying to “better” myself. And I’d probably get some cuddles out of him, too. You can’t go wrong with cuddles. And if the guy I choose to “date” happens to be good in bed, well, all the better!'