bugger

Mar 23, 2004 10:57

Just... oh, sod it. I can't pretend I'm not all manner of depressed anymore. It's all gotten to me and seems a bit too much to handle. If anyone actually needs me for the purposes of beating someone up, killing something, or engaging in a battle of some kind, ring me up at my flat.

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spikes_lil_lulu March 23 2004, 09:00:59 UTC
aww well know the feelin', everyone does at some point, id say just take a break, think things through [even though that can make it worse] but i suppose it needs to be done xx

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hesadevil March 23 2004, 09:30:39 UTC
Don't have your number. If you're still on-line, certain people at a TV network need working over fairly urgently.

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musing_mia March 23 2004, 09:53:13 UTC
Wish I had something for you to kill, but only demons I'm battling are the insurance companies.

I know you're depressed about Fred and other stuff, but there have to be people in danger of being snacks in LA. There have to be.

sigh...I'm not being very helpful. Sorry. :(

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tod_van_helsing March 23 2004, 10:03:06 UTC
Dammit Spike, you are in need of a really good shag!

Say, have you ever met Paige Matthews? I think you're her type...

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harmony_vamp March 23 2004, 10:29:02 UTC
Uhm, I don't think so. That's my job

Besides, isn't she the temp who likes her fruits and veggies WAY too much?

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soulvamp March 23 2004, 10:45:02 UTC
That's my job

*raises an eyebrow*

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harmony_vamp March 23 2004, 11:25:44 UTC
I mean it WAS my job. Or no, it was just some stupid moment of like total stupidity that I used to do. Or whatever.

And stop looking at me like that, Spikey. You know that drives me crazy

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2002mini March 24 2004, 08:26:21 UTC
Yep, break out the fan, the s**t is on the way..

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