Where am I? Why am I on a stage? Why is Lorenzo Lamas here? And how come there is a studio audience and light-up signs reading "Hot" or "Not"? Why did the guy next to me take off his shirt and make his pecs do unlikely things? Why am I wearing a bikini?

I'm in hell, aren't I? GET ME OUT OF HERE!!!!!

Don't go running back to LA. And don't listen to whatever Wes says. He's wrong opinionated on the topic. It makes me so angry. I don't think I can make him understand.

I might be a bit... busy over the next couple of days. Teleportation lessons, and all. I will get back to you, I swear. I'm just... elsewhere, for awhile...

Um, Boss? I think I really need those teleporting lessons.

Ikindagotpinneddownandforcedtorescindthewish Woodmadelastnight.

I thought doing good as a vengeance demon was going to be easier than this... *sigh*

Serious hottie at the bar. I mean serious hottie. How come African-American guys can pull off that shaven-head thing? Yummy. Human too, as far as I can tell, which isn't all that uncommon in Willy's, but isn't really that common either ( Read more... )

Okay, Friday night, nothing much else to do in this town, so I'm on my way to Willy's Bar. Tra la la...

Kate? What are you doing in Sunnydale?

Waking up two-thirds of the way back to LA? Not so much with the fun.

Particuarly given the fact that I screamed, swerved, didn't hit the semi, and did hit the tree on the side of the road. Ouch.

So managed to limp back to Sunnydale, check back into the hotel, and nursed my bruises.

Vaguely remember a small, ugly man and fun (not) with the ( Read more... )

Trust me, the hairdresser did not remain alive by altruism. More because I've got better things to do that spend a lovely afternoon eviscerating someone ( Read more... )

One thing: Way too much hair for one being.

Must find out where I am. And then schedule a haircut. And then return to LA and continue hounding convincing Cole Turner to fulfill his obligations to the firm.

So, while the Boss has been elsewhere, I've been working my way around Sunnydale. A lot of kids really get annoyed at their parents. It's fun. So one father now gets a mild electric shock everytime he yells at his teenage daughter, while a mother who never stopped bugging her son is now invisible (but still around to do all the chores). Fun ( Read more... )

My senses are changing. I am feeling weird things. (And no, it's not leftover from my hangover.) I probably should check on what's going on in LA... but I just don't care ( Read more... )