A normal week? You obviously haven't met me.
My talk with Wes which went fairly well... I think. Probably better than if we had talked in person, because I kept having to fight the inclination to get girly and giggly, and say rather inappropriate things... and I'm pretty sure had we been in the same room he'd of heck of a time keeping me from throwing him down and having my way with him. That's just me though.
I'm aware I said it wasn't about sex. It's still not, but can you blame a girl for getting reminiscent.
And while I'm still confused as ever about life. I've come to the conclusion on the subject of Wes. Well, our 'relationship' thing I guess. It's best that no conclusions be drawn about him. He gets rather testy. Well actually I came to this conclusion a while ago. It doesn't matter if he loves me, is in love with me, wants a relationship- none of that matters. What does? That I had the chance to know him.
In some sick twisted way I've never been able to connect to anyone like I have Wes.
//Unlocked//
After that I hit the streets and decided to go to a club. Which was fine. Until I was mugged. Yeah, fun. I'm fine more or less, they've released me from the hospital.
My eye's a little swollen, I hurt my ankle, and I busted up my hand a little. What can I say? Someone tries to screw with me they go down. I'm scrappy.*smiles*
Oh yeah, I've got a few scratches. Maybe mugging wasn't really the correct term. Doesn't matter anyway as I doubt they'll be trying that again for a while. Actually...my knee cap may be a little bruised too. Mother always said...well actually mother didn't really say anything helpful in that department, now did she? Maybe if she knew who I was or that I was alive again, she'd say I bring those things on myself. But that's about as far as the motherly wisdom goes.
Anyway, like I said I'm fine. Just wish I would've had a gun on me. Kind of strange too. Cause usually I do. Sometimes several. It's possible I've become a bit too lax lately.
I'd have to say though, I'd prefer France without the French. Those idiot doctors insisted on running all sorts of tests on me. Which I'm sure will be interesting seeing as I was dead, decapitated, still dead but up and at 'em, and then brought back again.
Um, yes those of you I don't know well. I was dead. It's Cordelia and Angel's fault so don't look at me like that.
Lindsey Check in?
Oh yeah, that assistant of mine too...if she ever finds the time.