I'm just finishing get packed for this weekend in Cleveland, and I thought to myself, why not take a moment and write about all the things that have been shifting shapelessly in my head as I fold socks and higher-than-my-usual cut pants. I generally agreed with myself that it was a stunning idea, and one tall vanilla latte later, here I sit ( Read more... )

I'm in a quiet mood. I don't have much to say right now; I'm still trying to get my head back on straigh from last night. Hah. Haha. I crack me up. No, really, anyway. I'm just feeling...I don't know. I don't know who to talk to and I don't know what to believe. The world just keeps coming in closer around me, and I feel like this knowledge ( Read more... )

Last night was very difficult for me, though I don't know if I can really put into words why. Cole was my pillar of strength. He made me feel safe while I sobbed in front of all those people I didn't know. I must have seemed so stupid, crying when I never even met Cordelia. What right did I have to make such a display. I was ashamed of myself ( Read more... )

Cole was telling me this afternoon that one of Buffy's friends, Cordy Chase, died yesterday. I feel very sad about this, even though I don't believe I ever met her. It feels like all of us who walk the path of magick and the supernatural, though...we have a bond. Cordy was a freedom fighter, like me, in a sense. I guess she wasn't always this ( Read more... )

Oh, Lord, the Super bowl is coming. How I fear it. On the one hand, yes, there are sweaty men in uniforms and cheerleaders in tight, tight outfits. On the other hand, there is the complete lack of a redeeming value in any way, shape, or form ( Read more... )

To do list:
1. Stop speaking French.
2. If the above fails, take two courses of action:
a. Burn all clothing of a non-opaque variety.
b. Buy European manwhore a beret.

Am I destined to toujours always be magically stereotyped as the ho sister of the Halliwells? I mean, really now. I'm beginning to think that the True Source of All Evils jamais never was Cole. Non, the True Source of All Evils is, in fact, my closet. Every time je porte I wear something that shows more body parts than absolument necessaire ( Read more... )

I've been glowing since dinner with Cole the other night. It's so nice when we can go out and not have to worry about the world crumbling down around us, like it has so many times in the past. I don't consider us pretending that we have a normal life. I don't want a normal life. I want my life. Our life. I don't want to feel burdened by my ( Read more... )

A lot has happened in these past few days, and I'm quite frankly very confused about most of it. I have a very squirmy feeling right now, especially whenever I reread Cole's letter, the one I found on my pillowcase this morning. I'm not going to over anaylze it right now. I'm still concentrating on getting my mind back after this weekend. All I ( Read more... )

I'm here at the Playboy Mansion with Morrigan. I came in with such an attitude, flirting around, trying to distance myself as much from my wedding ring as I could without getting myself in too much trouble. I think that Cole may have had a point in trying to protect me. I really hate to admit it. The overactive libidos of this place are ( Read more... )