Ahhhh . . . Buffy . . . .

Jul 28, 2004 23:34

Buffy is my idol. I hope that I can be just like her when I grow up. I hung out with her most of today, just trying to soak up the essence of what it is to be Buffy, Queen of all Slayerdom. She seemed really aggravated, but it was probably just some pressing Slayer business taxing her overworked brain. She works so hard at managing Dawn, training the rookie Slayers, and keeping all of us in line, it's understandable that she'd be a little stressed. I offered to rub her feet, but she politely declined. See? She doesn't want to inconvenience any of us for any reason, even though I would be more than happy to rub her feet.

Xander's party was a great success. Buffy seemed to really enjoy herself. She scarfed down a lot of pizza. I hope this is not a habit; she needs to keep herself fit and nutritional for her slaying. A chubby Slayer is an ineffective Slayer. Wonder if that's in the handbook? If not, it should be.

Ben came home, but I was too busy attending to Buffy to really talk to him. He got really mad for some reason. I tried to explain that Buffy needed me, but he just went into our room and hasn't come out since. He locked the door. Maybe he just didn't want to disturb me from keeping Buffy company.

Ahh, well, it's about that time. I need to get some rest. I'm gonna bed down outside Buffy's apartment tonight, just to make sure she knows I'm there if she needs me for any Watcher-type business. She's so special. I hope she knows that.
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