1 ⚔ nothing behind me, everything ahead of me, as is ever so on the road ☭ dictation
Okay, so, trading one Scottish and very cold castle for a … magic one. Gotta say, I’m liking the less of a kilt thing. I never really got the kilt, the why’s and the wherefore’s of what really comes down to...a man-skirt. A skirt for men. It’s not manly. Does it attract women? And guys, wear underwear. There are people in that pub who aren’t drunk and who don’t want to see what’s going on under the plaid. Ever. Those same people don’t like you stealing away the attention of cute Scottish lasses…
[ And he reels himself back in, speaking up again. ]
Oh. Right. Guess I won’t have trouble speaking into this thing. And, hey, the wishing thing, while really cool - I don’t really trust…you know, it at all…at all, at all. But, that comes from my - my past relationship. And my life altogether. Not that we're going down those memory lanes.
Oh! Oh! I should’ve said this at the beginning but you know me - or, you don’t know me, specific you who are listening but my friends do! Unless the Buffy and Willow who’ve written in this journal aren’t the Buffy and Willow I know? We’ll also talk about Spike and Angel later. Not that you haven’t moved on. Because we all have. We do that. We…move on. We move on and we move up and then whaddya know, they die. Again.
[ A bitter laugh as he gestures with his hand. And then he scratches his chin and sits back in his desk chair. ]
Starting to think a new pattern’s emerging. I almost miss being a demon magnet.
And holy smokes, all of this, this entire…spiel was just broadcast across the castle, wasn’t it? Xander very, very out.
[ And he reels himself back in, speaking up again. ]
Oh. Right. Guess I won’t have trouble speaking into this thing. And, hey, the wishing thing, while really cool - I don’t really trust…you know, it at all…at all, at all. But, that comes from my - my past relationship. And my life altogether. Not that we're going down those memory lanes.
Oh! Oh! I should’ve said this at the beginning but you know me - or, you don’t know me, specific you who are listening but my friends do! Unless the Buffy and Willow who’ve written in this journal aren’t the Buffy and Willow I know? We’ll also talk about Spike and Angel later. Not that you haven’t moved on. Because we all have. We do that. We…move on. We move on and we move up and then whaddya know, they die. Again.
[ A bitter laugh as he gestures with his hand. And then he scratches his chin and sits back in his desk chair. ]
Starting to think a new pattern’s emerging. I almost miss being a demon magnet.
And holy smokes, all of this, this entire…spiel was just broadcast across the castle, wasn’t it? Xander very, very out.