Wow. I actually agree with a good portion of this.

Your dating personality profile: Practical - You are a down-to-earth individual who is not impressed with material excess. You care about the stuff of like that really matters. Big-Hearted - You are a kind and caring person. Your warmth is inviting, and your heart is a wellspring of love. Intellectual - You consider your mind amongst your assets. Learning is not a chore but a constant search after wisdom and knowledge. You value education and rationality.

Your date match profile: Shy - You are put off by people who are open books. You are drawn to someone who is a bit more mysterious. You want to draw him out of his shell and get to know what he is all about. Funny - You consider a good sense of humor a major necessity in a date. If his jokes make you laugh, he has won your heart. Traditional - You need someone who is a bit old-fashioned. A person with traditional values and beliefs will perfectly compliment your lifestyle.

Your Top Ten Traits 1. Practical 2. Big-Hearted 3. Intellectual 4. Sensual 5. Wealthy/Ambitious 6. Adventurous 7. Liberal 8. Outgoing 9. Traditional 10. Romantic

Your Top Ten Match Traits 1. Shy 2. Funny 3. Traditional 4. Romantic 5. Big-Hearted 6. Conservative 7. Sensual 8. Practical 9. Intellectual 10. Wealthy/Ambitious

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As much as it had been nice to spend some time in LA for a while, Fred knew she couldn't stay there forever. Her old life was there and she would always remember it with a smile, but that was just it. It was old. People she knew had moved on and it was simply something she was having to accept. So, when Angel moved back to Gotham and asked if she wanted to come with, Fred agreed. Maybe she'd come back to visit sometime, but there wasn't a reason to stay any longer. LA wasn't her home anymore.

One thing she had been doing and keeping herself busy with was trying to get back into the science field. There was only so much research and catching up a girl could do before you just had to step out and go for it again. It had been a while since she had stepped in a lab, and Fred would be lying if she said she wasn't somewhat nervous about it, but she did miss the work that she and the others used to do. There were a few independent projects sent out to get her started her name out and about again. Soon there was a bite for something more permament. Queen Industries.

Of course she'd heard of the company, what scientist hadn't, but Fred wasn't sure what sort of work they'd have her doing exactly. Still, it was a good opportinity and she took it. It was easier to get settled into the lab and work than Fred originally thought. All like riding a bike, right? Or something like that. In any case, Fred felt more at home in the lab and her office than she had in a long while.

Then came the day when there was a call saying that Mr. Queen himself had wanted to speak with her. It was a surprise and she might have had a few ideas in her head what it was about, but Fred didn't want to jump to any conclusions. Mr. Big Boss man wanted to talk to her. Okay, she could go with that. He was just a person. A powerful, brilliant, and influential person. Did she mention brilliant?

The day of the meeting, Fred tried to keep herself mostly calm and it was mostly working in her favor. Not too many butterflies were keeping house in her stomach by the time she rode the elevator up to the office and was greeted by the secretary. "Winifred Burkle to see Mr. Queen, please," she said and was told he would be available in just a moment. Nodding, Fred took her a seat and tapped a finger against the arm rest as she waited.

It's been a few months since I've done this and I'm a couple of days late this month but considering the song I got, I'm not complaining. I usually get pretty creepy ones.

( Calendar Girl by Stars )

I was an only child. Well, I guess I am an only child. Sometimes I remember asking my parents for a little brother. Not a little sister, but a brother. I had friends with younger siblings and a good friend of mine had a little brother that she got to boss around and he thought she had hung the moon. Of course any little brother that I ever would have gotten would have thought the same thing right? There was no reason for me not to have that. But, no, my parents didn't listen to the requests of their nine year old daughter. I can't blame them.

People say that they had friends that they considered to be like their own family. Maybe that's partly true, but mostly we were just really good friends. Did things together, caused all sorts of trouble together, and said we'd be living in rest homes together when we reached ninety years old. Funny how things change, I guess.

When I lived in LA, I considered the gang there to be like my family. They were my family in a lot of ways. We all had our different roles and okay maybe not the best relationships for brother and sisterly types, but family all the same. Just in the more unconventional sense of the word.

When and if I ever have children, I'd like to give them a sibling or two. The dynamic there isn't one that can be truly duplicated even with friends who seem like they are. Even if I've never personally experienced it. It gives them someone to look out for other than themselves. Personally, I've always wanted a big family and it was something I made for myself back at the Hyperion. Maybe one day I'll have it in another way, too. I'll just have to see.

1. Tell me something obvious about you.
2. Tell me something about you that many don't know.
3. What is your biggest fear?
4. Do you normally go the safe route or take the short cut?
5. Name one thing you want that you can't buy with money.
6. What is your most treasured possession?
7. What is the one thing you hate most about yourself that you do often?
8. Tell me something sexually about you that I don't know.
9. Tell me something sexually about you that everyone knows.
10. What is your favorite lie to tell?
11. Name something you've done once that you can't wait to do again.
12. Are you the jealous type?
13. What is the one person, place or thing you can't say no to?
14. What is the nicest thing someone has ever done for you?
15. If you could do something crazy right now, what would it be?
16. When was the last time you cried?
17. When was the last time you felt so good that nothing else mattered?
18. Do you feel comfortable in public with no shirt on?
19. Name something embarrassing you did while being drunk.
20. If you post this in your journal would you like me to answer it?

I've never really been someone that has had many pets over the years. As a kid we had a dog while I grew up but after he died, my parents never wanted to try for another. It never really bothered me at the time. The area we lived had houses and pets all over so some of the neighbor's dogs or cats might would wander into the yard every so often. All of them were pretty friendly. When I left home, I never had a pet. The apartment where I was living didn't allow them. Plus, I was so busy with school that it would have been hard to take care of one anyway.

In Pylea? Well, I'd like to preface this with the header that I was crazy, but I yeah I did have one. Sort of. A bird that flew into where I was living and ate some of the seeds I collected over time. It would chirp and look at me (like I was crazy) while I chattered on and on about something or other with him. I don't remember what kind, but for all I know it could have been just some Pylean only type of bird. His name was Davis.

After Pylea and up until present, I never tried to for any sort of pet. We didn't have any at the hotel and things have been so complicated since then anyway. It might be nice to get one now, though. I'm not as busy these days and living on one's on gets a little lonely sometimes. Just as long as I don't start talking to it too much.

Sometimes Fred wondered how in the world someone could be so brilliant and smart in one way, but totally oblivious in another. The same could probably be said about her or anyone else on the planet, but one would think that after all this time and all of these signals that it would be pretty obvious. After all, Wesley was the one trying to tell Angel how Nina felt about him when he seemed to have no clue whatsoever. What was it with the men in Fred's life and not knowing what was right in front of them? Always had to be pointed out by someone else.

Dropping hints wasn't going to work. He certainly didn't pick up on the fact the whole 'my car is in the shop' story was a ploy to be able to get a ride home with him. Possibly spend the night eating leftover take-out and a few hours away from the office. Instead, he'd gotten her a car of his own like that was the chivalrous thing to do. Maybe, but so not what Fred had been hinting at there.

The case had been pretty out there as far as cases go, what with the whole the boss turning into a puppet thing, so as much as some parts were kind of funny? Fred was way more than happen to be free of the psycho demon puppets that wanted to suck the life out of innocent children through television. As a child who had watched a many educational children programs in her time, it was disturbing with a side of creepy.

So, she decided that if you want something done, you'd better do it yourself. In his office, Fred told herself this was it. She'd known all along that Wesley had feelings for her and had for a long time. She took it for granted sometimes, took advantage even. By knowing how he felt, she knew he'd help out with her problems and cases a little faster than perhaps some of the others.

In his office that night, Fred decided to do something about her own feelings. Instead of waiting around for Wesley to pick up on the signals she thought she was making perfectly clear, Fred started it herself. The signal was loud and clear.

Muse: Fred Burkle
Fandom: Angel: the Series
Word Count: 382

Huh. I think it was a toss up between this one and another. I'll let you guess which one.

I said I didn't want to do this one anymore, but oh well. Not only is it a new month, but a new year too. Hope everyone had a good New Year's.

( Amsterdam by Coldplay )

Life in Los Angeles is a lot quieter than Fred remembers. It's strange to think about how her life that only seems a short while ago was so much different than the one she leads now. Angel left to head back to Gotham a few weeks ago and that put Fred in the mindset to do some searching around the city on her own a bit more. She spends time here and there with Spike and is still trying to catch up on all of the information floating out there on various subjects. A lot happens in a year much less however many she's been out of the loop for.

It takes a bit of searching, but eventually Fred is able to find some free lance work. Some writing and researching on different things. She's glad for the work and the fact that it keeps her busy. Even more so that she's able to be more independent and self-reliable. A few more jobs here and there and she'll be able to afford her own apartment again. Fred loves the hotel, but knows she'll never be able to live there forever. She's visited Cordelia once or twice and is looking forward to seeing her friend back in the city again.

The Christmas season is an exciting one all around and Fred plans to mostly spend the holiday quietly. She's sure she won't totally be alone, but normally when she'd prefer to have a full celebration, she's not dreading a peaceful day. A week later comes New Year's and Fred plans to ring in the new year with a smile on her face while watching the ball drop. She may even go out into the city to join in on the festivities. She hasn't fully decided. She's mostly just looking forward to starting a new year that's all going to be her own.

I don't really see myself as an idealist, but most of the rest... is pretty accurate.

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