Scuse me?

Get me all pissed off, and THEN tell me you could "use me"?

You're a mental case, lady. And not in the cool, entertaining, "hey, it's midnight, and you're running around half-naked outside to try and get the party going" kinda way.

Crazy people. I'm fucking surrounded by crazy people.

I don't care what ANYBODY says:

Uma Thurman with a sword, kickin' ass? Is HOT.

Maybe I *DO* like girls.

Spent all day with my Watcher. She is, without a doubt, the coolest person in New Orleans. Anyone who says different is buckin' for a punch in the mouth ( Read more... )

So, we were workin' out in the gym, and I think Faith could tell somethin' was bugging me...but she let me come to her about it. Which is a good, because I hate when people are all up in my shit, trying to brainscan me.

Bugs the FUCK out of me.

( It went down like this )

God, has anyone noticed just HOW badly the girls outnumber the boys around here?

I mean, we look like a Catholic school without the kinky uniforms.

*shudder*

Ok, now I'm gonna have nightmares for like, a week...

( A morning visit )

Went to the big meeting ( Read more... )

What a freakin' night.

My bruises are gonna have bruises. I am NOT looking forward to the shower in the morning.

( It happened one night... )

Got a note from Buffy, so I went down to see what was up. Why I was, like, the forgotten Slayer.

( Called to the Principal's office...again )

Nothing quite like being ignored to brighten your day ( Read more... )

I think I sprained my wrist.

Some big superhero I turned out to be. Playin' around in the gym, punching the heavy bag, and I guess I turned my wrist too far.

Nothing's broke. At least, I don't think so anyway. But it's all hurt-y and puffing up and this SUCKS.