Looks like Quinn's rethinking her hairstyle choice, even if it was super popular when the late Farrah Fawcett, born on this day in 1947, wore it. Still, an Angel's gotta do what an Angel's gotta do. Even if it isn't fashionable anymore.
If you're wondering what the future holds for weather, you could always ask a large rodent his opinion because it's Groundhog Day and, why not? I've heard of weirder things, anyway.
Fanfic Update!
- Bearing the Summer, by Lady Evil (part 29): "'Bless me, Mother, I have sinned.' 'Yes, my child.' 'Mother, I was tempted today to leave the order.'"
- Into Dust, by gracelikesdaria (part 1): "The red numbers blinked viciously at Daria as she strained her neck to check her alarm clock from her position on the floor, the movement becoming the only sign of life to be witnessed from her in the past half hour."
- Sunspots, by atiyatortilla (part 2): "Two weeks into the school year and Jane hadn’t spontaneously combusted. Yet."
- Unnamed story (Iron Chef: Comrade Mad Dog), by welltemperedclavier (COMPLETE!): "It always started with the hydrangeas. Him and his buddies, sitting there in stifling, comforting boredom while the old ladies droned on and on about flowers, the thick rain outside making a rat-tat-tat not quite like machine gun fire on the hotel's windows."
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