Oh man, what a rush ( Read more... )

So... this potential slayer thing? Not the big bad I had it cracked up to be ( Read more... )

"You girls about ready?" Gunn asks as he enters the Hyperion lobby, looking like he's ready to rumble ( Read more... )

Can I just start this off by saying...

WHAT. THE. HELL!?

Okay, so maybe I'm digging this whole free of charge room and board thing, but what the Hell kind of "private school" for "gifted kids" sends out a team of prissy British mama boys to Boston to drag some chick they don't even know kicking and screaming all the way to some private jet that ( Read more... )

Alright, so the other day (or try a few weeks, whatever), I had a long chat with Angel. I gotta tell you, it was real nice seeing Soul Boy again. Good to know that he's still the same old brooding vampire he always was. Didn't get a chance to talk about the humanizing thing with Spike, but we did clear the air about his sudden "I'm too good to ( Read more... )

Am I the only one around here that thinks it's a little weird that nobody seems to stay dead anymore?

I mean, it's cool that these folks are gettin' second chances, I know all about that gig, but come on now! Something's not right here. People don't just come back from the dead, not unless something big's about to go down. I don't know what's ( Read more... )

Alright, so B's been on my ass to get on this thing for a while now, so I figure it's about time I dropped in and said a few words. Besides... Buffy and the whining? Not exactly my idea of a party. Girl's got a way of making you feel real guilty for not getting on the journal bandwagon. Might as well keep the princess satisfied, you know? ( Read more... )

Oh man, what a trip! The next time I take 'shrooms? I wanna be fucking informed! So all this stuff that's been going on -- the Charlie's Angels, ninjas, the blast form the past -- it's all been some kind of psychadelic mind trip thing. Not real sure why me and Red both had the same whacked out dream, but I'm done trying to figure this crap out ( Read more... )

It always starts out the same -- big, beautiful, bright day, the stuff they make postcards to Florida with, me in some girly outfit I'd never be caught dead in, and him bearing that great big friendly smile and feeding me more of his Norman Rockefeller do-gooder talk. Funny that a guy so evil could have so many fucking morals. Really takes a girl ( Read more... )

Funny how everything can change in a night. I'm living with my wuss of a watcher now. It ain't bad... I mean, it's not a mansion or nothing, but it's the most righteous digs a girl like me could ask for. Wes's couch pulls out into a bed and he's got a shower and a kitchen. More than I can say for most of the places I've been living lately. ( Read more... )