"She must be down this way ( Read more... )

7 AM ( Read more... )

We make it back to McDonald's place in record time, the lack of roadside quickie shortening the trip by at least a half hour. Man, who knew pulling over to screw could make such a difference in travel time? Didn't feel like we'd been at it that long, but I guess it's hard to get a handle on the time when you're focused on the fucking. I'm still ( Read more... )

The flight from JFK to LAX was a long one -- too damn long for a chick like me -- but I was too wound out about Wes to give much of a damn either way. Soul Boy bought us first class on a red eye flight, making sure it was dusk when we took off and a few hours 'till dawn when we touched down in the City of. Gotta hand it to the big guy, he sure ( Read more... )

It's late night and I'm out on the town, doing what I do best -- slaying. After a few run-ins with the old crowd, I'm craving a little solo time. All this group togetherness just gets me wicked restless, you know? It's not really my thing to sit around and chat over coffee like we're a bunch of old chums with a sunny past behind us. Catching up ( Read more... )

It's half past eight and the witch and I are out in the city, taking a ride in a typical NYC taxi cab. I'm not usually one for riding in these things, but Willow was looking pretty haggard after trekking it around the city with me all afternoon, so I flagged one down when I thought we might have to piggyback it back to my place. Man, I still can' ( Read more... )

I'm gonna sound like I'm echoing the geek here, but it's been a while. Not real sure what's been keeping me; but hey, I'm here now and ready to get back in the groove of this thing again.

Guess the best place to start is with the now ex-boytoy. At first, everything was cool. We got in the occasional fist fight, but it was nothing out of the ( Read more... )

So, B's gone off the deep end and not in the fun way I go off the deep end every now and then. I'm not talking about the occasional beatdown on a vampire or going out for some after-slay action. I'm talking about full out teaming up with the enemy and beating down her buddies kind of crazy. And when Buffy Summers makes *me* look sane? You know it's ( Read more... )

Man, just when I think things around here can't get any weirder, they do ( Read more... )

-- June 20th, 2003 - a month after the Sunnydale Hellmouth was destroyed --It's about half past midnight, and I'm out on the balcony on my hotel room, craving a cigarette and a moment away from all the little wannabes. The girls are getting settled in for the night, so I'm cool with catching myself some alone time without some kid asking me if I ( Read more... )