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I think I may be vitamin D deficient. I was reading somewhere that you can only really get it from sunlight and, well, I feel like I haven't left this basement for weeks. I've forgotten what I looked like with a tan - not that you'd be able to tell what colour I was shoved as I am in this cramped little corner with only my desk lamp to illuminate the gloom. Sometimes I think they've forgotten about me down here...
Romeo, Benvolio and Mercutio engage in a bit of male bonding Is it still male bonding if one of them's a woman who seems to think she's a man?
See, no I need a woman like that - resourceful, thinks on her feet, sleeps with anything vaguely male....
Dawn finally gets her head out of the clouds and notices what's going on I mean, come on - I'm stuck in a damn basement churning out crap from a desk the size of a postage stamp and I have more idea about what's going on with your friends than you do!
Finally I find someone more sex obsessed than I am (didn't think that was possible). Plus, we have the same taste in women. Wonder if she'd go for videos - if I can't indulge, at least I could watch.
Someone actually contemplates why Sunnydale seems to be populated with idiots That actually explains a lot...
Headline news: Vampire Lets Former Antagonist Live See - big words. This is why I don't write for the tabloids.
Not that anyone ever notices my talent. All I want is a story, doesn't need to be front page, just a little bit of investigative journalism to show them I can do it but noooo, I'm stuck writing this rubbish day in day out.
Librarian marries and Boy Scout yet they still aren't prepared for every eventuality - my faith in the world in shattered.
Yeah, right.
Hey, you and me babe - you want a man, there's one right here, just waiting for the call. And, y'know, the light's not good down here, so that's all to my benefit...
Fun, fun? You think working with screaming hordes of children is fun - I thought my job was bad, but you - you must be some kind of masochist or something!
You've not lived til the mother of your crush gives you a gun to shoot him with Or is this some new definition of 'safe sex is no sex' that I've not been told about?
Wes contemplates the reality of asking for a martini whilst standing in horseshit And would Sir like that shaken, not stirred?
It must be hard for you - stuck in your mundane little existance whilst your wife goes off and plays with the big boys. Does that ever get you down?
Does this town actually have any evil demons anymore? Or has the emphasis moved from 'hell' firmly onto 'mouth' now?
People wandering round asylums covered in blood in a completely different time period with no way of getting home Gives me the warm fuzzies to know there's someone out there worse off than I am...
Don't you just hate it when the bad guys play along with your plans Really takes the fun out of it all
A room full of people, a Barry Manilow-esque demon, a spotlight, a stage and you end up singing Spiderman I have that same nightmare too...
The Lawyer Guys are happy - that's never good
Talking of which, unravelling the whole of space and time seems to qualify for that list as well...
I know I bitch about my life, but I'm not ready to give it up just yet so some girly can go all Dorothy for a while - I mean, what ever happened to clicking your heels together three times and chanting 'there's no place like home? Betcha've not even tried that one, have you - oh no - you just skip right to the world ending magics, why don't you?
And to complete the trio of bad things - is nobody else slightly concerned abut the disappearing mad vampire girl?
New girl, old talk - she sounds like something out of one of those black and white detective movies.
Used to like those, back in the days when I had a life, that is..
I was thinking I kinda liked her in character - those flashing eyes with that red hair? That's the kind of thing dreams are made of...
Do you think there's an opposite to cabin fever - outdoor fever maybe? Whatever - this guy's got it.
For all this guy spouts off about being worried he's mangled the time line, he really doesn't come across as being all that concerned.
And hey guys, look at that. I'm doing, finished, whatever. Maybe I could actually get to go home now it's the middle of the night.
Course, that's working on the basis the janitor didn't lock me in again like I found he'd done last time I tried to leave.