Tonight is the night, the big initial meeting when I finally get to see all my 'new recruits' meet up with the long standing amateur actors that reside in these hallowed halls.  The first drama club meeting - oh, how I have longed for this day, dreamed of it.  This really is the best time of year.

Of course, it would have been more satisfying if Mr ( Read more... )

This is the day of which every aspiring lawyer in Los Angeles dreams. My first day of employment at Wolfram and Hart ( Read more... )

L.A? My kind of town. There's always some fun to be had. Movies, celebrities, vampires... werewolfs... lawyers. I always thought this place was glamorous, you know? When really? Not so much. Then again, it sure beats sitting in the Watchers Council reading books or training to be something that I might never be. Slayer. I'm sure you've heard the ( Read more... )

I do so love the holiday season ( Read more... )

Can I just state here that I hate this season of goodie gumdrops and sugar plum fairy crapola we have to shell out. What kind of hell did I drop into that makes it's employees go to the gutters and serve fucking turkey to the masses? By heavens those people stink. We should have served them soap on a rope and sprayed them down with flea drip. ( Read more... )

Thanksgiving.

Aside from being a laughable celebration of American oppression of native culture, it's hypocritical too.

What, I ask, do these cattle have to be thankful for?

Other than determined people like me, to bring their pitiful little lives to an extremely unsettling ending.

Oh, I like that. I always told William I could've been a ( Read more... )

I haven’t written in my diary in so long, that I had almost forgotten where I had hidden it. Silly me. Of course, with how hectic things always are, I’m surprised that it hasn’t been blown up in some sort of experiment gone horribly wrong, or lost in some sort of dimensional gateway. It would probably be smarter to put my journal on the ( Read more... )

OMG, the last few days have just dragged on until I'm about ready to scream. I can't believe Mom grounded me. No going out after school except for my job, no car priveleges, no phone or computer unless school related, yadda yadda. What am I, twelve ( Read more... )

Dear Diary ( Read more... )

Things are going well ( Read more... )