Back to the Usual
This is...weird. The guilt you get from abandoning your life to get in touch with the sluttier side of Sears sticks around for a while, huh? Oh boy.
Will and I talked. Maybe not our most shining moment in friendship for a while there, but we worked it out. I am slayeriffic again. It's nice. Having a soul and my...slayerness. You forget how comforting being strong is until you lose it. I talk so much about being a normal girl, but I still felt...empty without being the slayer. Not soulless empty empty, but I just wasn't me. Maybe that's why taking away the power from all those girls got under my skin so much. Me emoting. Still...it would've been nice to have all that help the next time an apocalypse rolls around.
Or not. I was off bar-hopping with my boyfriend and they managed to stop the apocalypse just fine without me. Oh no. I am not jealous that my friends saved the world without needing me. Badness, of the bad. Back away slowly, Buffy. Guilt, remember? Guilt for abandoning. Go with that. It's easier.
Everyone's pretty much gone off to vacation. Willow and Tara left yesterday for Georgia. Xander and Maddy are gone, too. Giles and Anya are leaving. I can't really complain about everyone leaving as soon as I get back...they deserve it after the apocalypse, and if I hear the word vacation applied to me anytime soon...*groans*
Dawnie's here, though. We can catch up, and I bribe her out of totally hating me with a trip to the mall or something since I still have a job. I talked to Captain Jack--I tried really hard not to laugh, I did--about it. I'm still being paid, I just don't actually have anything to do until he gets back from vacation.
Spike's here, too. For now, anyway. Angel is looking for him to go up and say the big goodbye to his kinda-sorta kid. I dunno, I should be more supportive. Spike was a life-saver when I was...not myself. God, I can't believe sometimes how different he is from the pain-in-the-ass vampire who tried to kill me. Oookay, bordering into sappy romantic.
Is that a side-effect from just getting your soul back?
So, here I am, back in Sunnydale, post-apocalypse-I-left-my-friends-to-handle. Guess it's back to patrolling like usual. Keeping the streets of Sunnydale safe, one probably-slimey demon at a time.
Yay me.
Will and I talked. Maybe not our most shining moment in friendship for a while there, but we worked it out. I am slayeriffic again. It's nice. Having a soul and my...slayerness. You forget how comforting being strong is until you lose it. I talk so much about being a normal girl, but I still felt...empty without being the slayer. Not soulless empty empty, but I just wasn't me. Maybe that's why taking away the power from all those girls got under my skin so much. Me emoting. Still...it would've been nice to have all that help the next time an apocalypse rolls around.
Or not. I was off bar-hopping with my boyfriend and they managed to stop the apocalypse just fine without me. Oh no. I am not jealous that my friends saved the world without needing me. Badness, of the bad. Back away slowly, Buffy. Guilt, remember? Guilt for abandoning. Go with that. It's easier.
Everyone's pretty much gone off to vacation. Willow and Tara left yesterday for Georgia. Xander and Maddy are gone, too. Giles and Anya are leaving. I can't really complain about everyone leaving as soon as I get back...they deserve it after the apocalypse, and if I hear the word vacation applied to me anytime soon...*groans*
Dawnie's here, though. We can catch up, and I bribe her out of totally hating me with a trip to the mall or something since I still have a job. I talked to Captain Jack--I tried really hard not to laugh, I did--about it. I'm still being paid, I just don't actually have anything to do until he gets back from vacation.
Spike's here, too. For now, anyway. Angel is looking for him to go up and say the big goodbye to his kinda-sorta kid. I dunno, I should be more supportive. Spike was a life-saver when I was...not myself. God, I can't believe sometimes how different he is from the pain-in-the-ass vampire who tried to kill me. Oookay, bordering into sappy romantic.
Is that a side-effect from just getting your soul back?
So, here I am, back in Sunnydale, post-apocalypse-I-left-my-friends-to-handle. Guess it's back to patrolling like usual. Keeping the streets of Sunnydale safe, one probably-slimey demon at a time.
Yay me.