Salvation lies behind those dead eyes.
So, I'm sure everybody noticed that I was giving Queen C and Buffy a run for their money yesterday for the title of Queen Bitch of the Year. Dunno what that was all about, guess I just been cooped up too much lately and I was getting all kinds of antsy. Needed to get out of the penthouse and not just to have drinks and get laid. To anybody who I pretty much told to fuck off yesterday? Wicked sorry. Yeah, I apologized. Take a picture and don't expect it to ever happen again, okay?
Either way I apparently needed to get my ass kicked a few rounds to get my head knocked back on straight again. I was just planning on stewing in Wesley's crib for a few days with Angel's Viper, but Angel didn't like that idea I guess. Cause he showed up looking to get his car back and we had a few words. And a few fists. And a few other things until I was done being so pissed that all I saw was red. Guess that's one of the reasons Angel and I make such good roomies. He broods and I punch him in the face a few times til he gets over it. I turn into the super bitch and he punches me in the face a few times til I get over it. It's a system. Too bad Wesley's stuff got in the way of our system this time. Felt wicked bad about knocking that glass of Jack over on his books but that was totally Angel's fault! He knocked me right into the desk. That was pretty much why I didn't stay to help clean up. Well, that and the fact that I really thought Wes was gonna kill me for bringing my mess over to his apartment. Also? I had a girl to see about.
Took a lot of begging apologizing to convince Fred to come for a ride with me in Angel's Viper. You'd think the fact that I just stole his Viper would be reason enough but it turned out she was all kinds of pissed off at me. Not that I blame her since I totally blew her off the last week or so but I knew I screwed up. When things get a little serious I tend to just bail and well, I guess I gotta stop doing that or whatever. Or else I'm just gonna spend forever bitching at other people for having what I won't let myself have. Or something. Shit. Listen to me now. My prison shrink would be having a field day in this journal.
Once I actually got Texas out into the car we went for a rip around the city before we finally decided it was time to do something besides make out in Angel's car. I found this little mini-golf place (shut the fuck up) and we were both kinda bummed that it was closed. No problem when you're me though, right? I just hopped the fence and let Fred in and we had the whole place to ourselves. It was fun even though it kinda reminded me of the days when I used to work for Wilkins. Dude had a serious mini golf fetish.
After mini golf it was wicked late but this is L.A. so I knew that at least one divey bar had to be open all night. We finally found one in the serious sketchy part of town and Fred decided to challenge me shot for shot with Jack. Warned her that she was gonna be signing her own death certificate with that one but she swore she could keep up. We had a little bet going and whoever lost had to let the other one dress her up for a week. Well, let's just say? Fred's ass looks pretty cute in a pair of red leather pants. She should've known she wasn't gonna win that one. Especially if my wardrobe was at stake. Cause me in nylons and a skirt? Wasn't gonna happen. She's gotta wear leather for a week too, so I'm saying if you see my girl Fred around for the next couple days? Check out that ass. Thank me later.
The sun was coming up by the time we got back to her place and who do I see laid out on the couch watching bad TV? Spike. Guess he's staying there now and seriously, he was in a wicked bad mood. Thought he was being his usual moody self so me and Fred holed up in her room and got a few hours of sleep before she had to get up and go to work and I had to...well, go into the office and act like I actually do something there.
I get into the office for the day and Angel is in his full-force brood mode. Not even the fact that I brought his car back with a full tank of gas and all washed and waxed could break him out of his funk. Why do I have the feeling that the vampires with soul around here are all getting their panties in a twist over B?
Buffy, if Angel turns evil again? It's your turn to get smacked up on Orpheus and feed yourself to him, okay? Okay.
Either way I apparently needed to get my ass kicked a few rounds to get my head knocked back on straight again. I was just planning on stewing in Wesley's crib for a few days with Angel's Viper, but Angel didn't like that idea I guess. Cause he showed up looking to get his car back and we had a few words. And a few fists. And a few other things until I was done being so pissed that all I saw was red. Guess that's one of the reasons Angel and I make such good roomies. He broods and I punch him in the face a few times til he gets over it. I turn into the super bitch and he punches me in the face a few times til I get over it. It's a system. Too bad Wesley's stuff got in the way of our system this time. Felt wicked bad about knocking that glass of Jack over on his books but that was totally Angel's fault! He knocked me right into the desk. That was pretty much why I didn't stay to help clean up. Well, that and the fact that I really thought Wes was gonna kill me for bringing my mess over to his apartment. Also? I had a girl to see about.
Took a lot of begging apologizing to convince Fred to come for a ride with me in Angel's Viper. You'd think the fact that I just stole his Viper would be reason enough but it turned out she was all kinds of pissed off at me. Not that I blame her since I totally blew her off the last week or so but I knew I screwed up. When things get a little serious I tend to just bail and well, I guess I gotta stop doing that or whatever. Or else I'm just gonna spend forever bitching at other people for having what I won't let myself have. Or something. Shit. Listen to me now. My prison shrink would be having a field day in this journal.
Once I actually got Texas out into the car we went for a rip around the city before we finally decided it was time to do something besides make out in Angel's car. I found this little mini-golf place (shut the fuck up) and we were both kinda bummed that it was closed. No problem when you're me though, right? I just hopped the fence and let Fred in and we had the whole place to ourselves. It was fun even though it kinda reminded me of the days when I used to work for Wilkins. Dude had a serious mini golf fetish.
After mini golf it was wicked late but this is L.A. so I knew that at least one divey bar had to be open all night. We finally found one in the serious sketchy part of town and Fred decided to challenge me shot for shot with Jack. Warned her that she was gonna be signing her own death certificate with that one but she swore she could keep up. We had a little bet going and whoever lost had to let the other one dress her up for a week. Well, let's just say? Fred's ass looks pretty cute in a pair of red leather pants. She should've known she wasn't gonna win that one. Especially if my wardrobe was at stake. Cause me in nylons and a skirt? Wasn't gonna happen. She's gotta wear leather for a week too, so I'm saying if you see my girl Fred around for the next couple days? Check out that ass. Thank me later.
The sun was coming up by the time we got back to her place and who do I see laid out on the couch watching bad TV? Spike. Guess he's staying there now and seriously, he was in a wicked bad mood. Thought he was being his usual moody self so me and Fred holed up in her room and got a few hours of sleep before she had to get up and go to work and I had to...well, go into the office and act like I actually do something there.
I get into the office for the day and Angel is in his full-force brood mode. Not even the fact that I brought his car back with a full tank of gas and all washed and waxed could break him out of his funk. Why do I have the feeling that the vampires with soul around here are all getting their panties in a twist over B?
Buffy, if Angel turns evil again? It's your turn to get smacked up on Orpheus and feed yourself to him, okay? Okay.