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Where do I start with the bad?
Actually, it might be easier and a hell of a lot less time consuming to just get the 'good' out of the way...
The mystery of Buffy's missing navy blue tank top has been solved. The criminal, one Miss Dawn Summers, is now banned from the scene of the crime--my closet--for the month, with no renegotiation on the matter. Uh...that's about it. Yep, all the happy and/or good in my life has been summed up and compressed into a little tank top. Well, it's a very nice top if that makes any difference.
So, shirt happiness aside, there's....the bad. Ugh. Yesterday was a nightmare of a day that I'd like to just...forget completely. Spells gone wrong, Giles wants to ditch me, Willow and Tara vacationing in Splits-ville...not to mention a horrible momentary, and might I add much regretted, lapse of all sane judgment in the form of...uh...Spike--and the lips--and...oh God. I'm trying to suppress here. And it was kind of working...till now. Now I'm just sick again.
I did the typical morning routine thing with Dawn then she scurried off to school with a quick 'I love you', to which I answered with an all but wholehearted smile. It took me about an hour to realize that 'I love you too' would have been the proper response to that. I'll get it right...next time.
With the house Dawn-free and the lack of me having a job...or a school...or a life to tend to, I decided to head to the magic box. I'd take Anya's company over the company of a sink full of dishes anytime...okay, maybe not anytime so much as right now.
Stepping into the shop, I cringed as the stupid little brass bell rang to announce my arrival. I really hate that thing. Anya was M.I.A...maybe she was in the back doing her 'woo-hoo, Giles is entrusting the Magic Box and its cash register to me!' dance. Dunno if such a dance really exists, but I wouldn't put it past her. She was evil you know.
Shrugging I walked over and sat my bag down onto the table the took a seat on the front counter beside the register.
"Anya? Your money is unattended...."
Is this going to be my existence now? Suppressing memories of Spike kiss-age then becoming a nascence to Anya during business hours? If the demon world didn't operate on a mostly nocturnal schedule I could be off killing something. Demons have no consideration what so ever. And only nine hours till sunset.
Ugh.
Actually, it might be easier and a hell of a lot less time consuming to just get the 'good' out of the way...
The mystery of Buffy's missing navy blue tank top has been solved. The criminal, one Miss Dawn Summers, is now banned from the scene of the crime--my closet--for the month, with no renegotiation on the matter. Uh...that's about it. Yep, all the happy and/or good in my life has been summed up and compressed into a little tank top. Well, it's a very nice top if that makes any difference.
So, shirt happiness aside, there's....the bad. Ugh. Yesterday was a nightmare of a day that I'd like to just...forget completely. Spells gone wrong, Giles wants to ditch me, Willow and Tara vacationing in Splits-ville...not to mention a horrible momentary, and might I add much regretted, lapse of all sane judgment in the form of...uh...Spike--and the lips--and...oh God. I'm trying to suppress here. And it was kind of working...till now. Now I'm just sick again.
I did the typical morning routine thing with Dawn then she scurried off to school with a quick 'I love you', to which I answered with an all but wholehearted smile. It took me about an hour to realize that 'I love you too' would have been the proper response to that. I'll get it right...next time.
With the house Dawn-free and the lack of me having a job...or a school...or a life to tend to, I decided to head to the magic box. I'd take Anya's company over the company of a sink full of dishes anytime...okay, maybe not anytime so much as right now.
Stepping into the shop, I cringed as the stupid little brass bell rang to announce my arrival. I really hate that thing. Anya was M.I.A...maybe she was in the back doing her 'woo-hoo, Giles is entrusting the Magic Box and its cash register to me!' dance. Dunno if such a dance really exists, but I wouldn't put it past her. She was evil you know.
Shrugging I walked over and sat my bag down onto the table the took a seat on the front counter beside the register.
"Anya? Your money is unattended...."
Is this going to be my existence now? Suppressing memories of Spike kiss-age then becoming a nascence to Anya during business hours? If the demon world didn't operate on a mostly nocturnal schedule I could be off killing something. Demons have no consideration what so ever. And only nine hours till sunset.
Ugh.