I got a nice pair of leather gloves and a copy of the Kama Sithra from my Secret Santa, who, ironically enough, turned out to be Anakin. Nice kid. A little messed up, though. I needed new gloves, since that damned parrot chewed through my last pair. Fuckin' parrot. Those things are bloody expensive, or at least the ones I buy are.

It's still snowy outside. Makes it hard to get around, not that I'm complaining. The longer I spend here, the less time I'm undercover, though I guess I'm not needed as much, now that Dooku's here at the Temple. In fact, I bet my cover's been blown - dark Jedi hardly hang around with all the good guys. Except for Dooku, that is. I have no idea what the hell's up with him, but I don't trust him any farther than I can throw him. I think someone's been slipping a few too many drugs into the li'l green critter's tea. *pointed look at Mace*

Oh, hell, I don't have my shopping done yet. And the malls are going to be horrible right now.

*shrugs* Might as well subject someone else to the torture. *comms Aayla* Hey, babe, want to go shopping?

*makes some tea in his quarters*

I've decided to run away to become a Sith.

Why?

I'm not entirely sure. But it seems like a good idea.

And it has nothing to do with the fact that I look completely hot in black leather, or that all the other hot people are becoming Sith.

*groans* Force, my head. *looks around* ...okay, whose bed am I in, and why don't I remember having sex?

*sniffs* And why do my clothes smell like dung?

Most importantly, what the hell was I drinking?

*brushes against the wall* *winces* Damnit! That's the third time today. I've really got to talk to Obi-Wan about controlling his Padawan. Not that I think that'll help, as I came across them doing something highly inappropriate in the halls yesterday.

I really have to remember to wear my gloves. *sigh* I'm just worried I'll look girly if I wear something that isn't leather, and the leather gets too hot. I suppose it's still better than seeing Anakin Skywalker fuck everything in the Temple, though.

It's been brought to my attention that my Padawan's grown up quite a bit...particularly in certain areas. *grins* I had quite the enjoyable time with her a few nights ago...I should definitely look into getting an assignment together, so we can, ah, get away from the Temple. Good thing I have connections.

It's good to be back at the Temple, I suppose. All my friends are here, and there are cookies. Who wouldn't love cookies?

I definitely need to think about getting a pair of gloves, though. Or just never touching anything ever again. *shudders* Is there anywhere in this place where people haven't had sex? Strike that, is there anywhere in this place where Anakin Skywalker hasn't had sex?

And what possessed him to do it in Mace Windu's Council chair, anyway?