I got the job. I got the job! I couldn't believe it! I mean, hello I so could believe it because I am fabulous but I got the job! My mind was somewhere else and they held up those cue cards and I read them and remembered all that crap that Christie was always trying to shove down my throat back when I first moved to L.A. All that stuff about how to
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Then again? Who could be healthy when you got kidnapped and beaten by a slayer, and then a few days later found out your best friend was dead. My life? So not turning out the way I imagined it would when I first moved to L.A. I didn't have any regrets really, I was just confused I guess. Life was confusing when you worked for Angel Investigations and by the way? I'd been spending way too much time at that hotel ( ... )
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A gentleman of your....? I almost let a laugh escape my lips because Helen was definitely implying that Wesley was....well, really gay. I mean, okay he was British so that was a little understandable but Wes gay? Hey, maybe he was and that would explain the horribly failed kiss in the library back in Sunnydale. Maybe Wesley was better at kissing boys? Apparently I was better at kissing girls. Not that I was judging. Because I wasn't really gay and maybe Wes wasn't gay either. Well okay I shared my bed with a girl everynight but that didn't really make me gay. It just meant I liked Faith. Or something ( ... )
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