Lots of times a good fight gets me all juiced up, but damn! Just, damn ( Read more... )

Daaaamn, it's good to be me again. Not something I'd been wanting to think about too much, because hell, I ain't exactly good at the whole helpless routine, so I pretended it wasn't real ( Read more... )

Shit. Ok, Angel's been acting like he's the only fucking answer we have right now and I get the impulse cause jeeez, I've lived it, too. But hell, the thing that makes AI different? The thing that always makes the champions pull through and get an edge on the freaking big bad of the season? Teamwork. And Angel's gonna have to realize that yeah ( Read more... )

Shit ( Read more... )

Fuck. I really wanna kill somethin' right now. Especially if it's whatever's responsible for these freakin' demons comin' out of the woodwork ( Read more... )

Gunn an' Wes finally found Fred and brought her back to the hotel. That's great and all, but fuck it all to hell, when am I gonna be able to totally mutilate some demon ass like I used to? I didn't care so much at first, but this shit is gettin' really old. When I had my strength I coulda gone with them and done some serious damage ( Read more... )

I can't figure out why I don't care that much that it's gone. Ya know, the Slayer strength, the power, the rush of knowin' I could kick anyone's ass. Sure, it's fuckin' inconvenient to be just a normal chick who likes to fight, like last week at Rhia's club when Angel, Oz and Connor busted in to get us outta that hostage sitch. I woulda liked to ( Read more... )

Angel lost his soul and I missed it. Damn. When he told me he tried to hit it with B and Red, I had to laugh. He didn't seem to think it was so funny, but I just told him he couldn't have any threesomes unless I could watch. Or hell, join in. Ya know ( Read more... )

It's just fuckin' wrong. That girl couldn't've been more than fifteen or sixteen ( Read more... )

So hey, this is fun. Nothin' takes your mind off bein' a demented June Cleaver clone for a few weeks like suddenly havin' to train potential slayers. I had fuckin' pearls. And aprons in every color. What the fuck was wrong with my brain?I've been workin' out more than I have for months with the girls, both in the exercise room in the basement ( Read more... )