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essene_backupending! Yay! YAY! YAYFUCKINGYAY I SAY! It's over! Whoo and hoo! Did graduation tonight, totally strained my back, sweated, turned 11 shades of red, forgot stuff, got cotton mouth and said "GOODBYE!" to my kids! And good riddance in some cases.
Over. It's over. Cha-cha-cha. I can't even begin to adequately express my glee.
So, I stopped by the liquor store and got the fixings for Midori's--am on my 2nd super size one--and then got dinner at Jack-in-the-Crack (what do they put in those Ultimate Cheeseburgers? Yum). May get high later. Depends on what time mom goes to bed.
Mom got me roses,and chocolate. Love her.
Smoked the last cig in my pack on the way home. Will try valiantly not to purchase more. Very, very, very bad for me. in more ways than usual.
Also? When trying to find a dress for graduation, I unhappily discovered that NONE of them fit. NONE. Do you know how seriously depressing that is? Must eat better. Must exercise. Must drink water vs. mainlining diet coke all day. Ugh.
Nekkid men tomorrow. Ah the joy.
Oh yah, my post-chosen story
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“So…what? You thought the best way to endear me to your cause was to kidnap me and trap me in a cold cavern of carcasses?” Buffy snapped into the phone.
“Hey now. Do you know how hard it is to find a place that’s pretty much impenetrable and impervious to a Slayer and her freakish friends? Even the enchantments were staggeringly difficult.” Lilah sounded a bit pouty.
“Oh, poor you. You have five seconds and then I’m hanging up and figuring out a way to have a barbeque large enough to feed Kentucky.”
In response, Buffy heard chuckling. “He said you were spunky,” a brief pause, “also a bit self-righteous and rigid.”
“Three….two….”
“Alright, alright. How’s this? Angel. Spike. Sanshu.”
Buffy dropped the phone on the floor and watched the carcasses swing gently as the echo resounded through the chilled room.
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Angel sat at his desk contemplating the sun-streaked city in front of him. Sat at his desk. Now that was a little jolting. He never thought he’d be the kind of vamp to have a corner office with a view of…anything. He’d known those coalitions of vampires who’d banded together to take over this or that government, or control the world economy, or just conduct super secret rituals. Some had succeeded, but he’d never imagined that he’d be a part of something that could have such far reaching effects in, well, everything.
Wolfram and Hart had their cloven hoof in the cookie jar of almost every major corporation in America, as well as in several of the international hubs of the world. For a long time he’d assumed—wrongly as it turned out—that he somehow was the center of their fixation.
Since he’d accepted/been blackmailed into the CEO position here in the LA office he’d discovered some things.
1. He was NOT the center of the universe. Not by a long shot.
2. Although broody was a good look for him, so was droll.
3. He liked being in charge. A lot.
4. There were more options than black in the fashion rainbow. Although not as many as Lorne seemed to believe.
5. The X-box may be man’s greatest invention.
6. He missed being in love.
It was that last that caused the lingering broody. He’d been in love, he knew what it felt like and he missed it. He’d only had three experiences that he’d dare to name as love. There was the love for Connor, and that was a feeling unlike any he’d ever imagined. But it was also a relationship that caused him a lifetime of pain every time his son crossed his thoughts. Buffy. He still loved Buffy. He’d _always_ love Buffy. But Cordelia. She was the one he’d never know about. He had felt so sure, so passionate, so right in his love for her, and then the madness began. And now? Now the doctors said she might never wake up. That whatever mindfuck Jasmine had pulled on her might be permanent.
So he’d lived. Or existed, rather. But it had been more than 3 years since he’d felt the warmth of love wash through his undead body.
Angel shook his head as if to rid himself of his thoughts. Jeez. You’ve been alive for 250+ years and the past 3 years are all you can think about? What a sad comment on your immortality!
The intercom buzzed and he heard Gunn’s voice, “Angel. You better get up here. We may have a problem.”
As Gunn’s voice resounded in the air, the telephone began to ring. He buzzed Gunn back, “I’ll be right there.”
He hit the speaker on the phone, “Angel.”
“Sir, this is Dr. Marcus. Miss Chase has awakened.”
For the first time since seeing the sun three years ago, Angel felt a combined sense of joy and relief.
I am a writing machine!
Over. It's over. Cha-cha-cha. I can't even begin to adequately express my glee.
So, I stopped by the liquor store and got the fixings for Midori's--am on my 2nd super size one--and then got dinner at Jack-in-the-Crack (what do they put in those Ultimate Cheeseburgers? Yum). May get high later. Depends on what time mom goes to bed.
Mom got me roses,and chocolate. Love her.
Smoked the last cig in my pack on the way home. Will try valiantly not to purchase more. Very, very, very bad for me. in more ways than usual.
Also? When trying to find a dress for graduation, I unhappily discovered that NONE of them fit. NONE. Do you know how seriously depressing that is? Must eat better. Must exercise. Must drink water vs. mainlining diet coke all day. Ugh.
Nekkid men tomorrow. Ah the joy.
Oh yah, my post-chosen story
____________________________________________________________________________
“So…what? You thought the best way to endear me to your cause was to kidnap me and trap me in a cold cavern of carcasses?” Buffy snapped into the phone.
“Hey now. Do you know how hard it is to find a place that’s pretty much impenetrable and impervious to a Slayer and her freakish friends? Even the enchantments were staggeringly difficult.” Lilah sounded a bit pouty.
“Oh, poor you. You have five seconds and then I’m hanging up and figuring out a way to have a barbeque large enough to feed Kentucky.”
In response, Buffy heard chuckling. “He said you were spunky,” a brief pause, “also a bit self-righteous and rigid.”
“Three….two….”
“Alright, alright. How’s this? Angel. Spike. Sanshu.”
Buffy dropped the phone on the floor and watched the carcasses swing gently as the echo resounded through the chilled room.
****************************
Angel sat at his desk contemplating the sun-streaked city in front of him. Sat at his desk. Now that was a little jolting. He never thought he’d be the kind of vamp to have a corner office with a view of…anything. He’d known those coalitions of vampires who’d banded together to take over this or that government, or control the world economy, or just conduct super secret rituals. Some had succeeded, but he’d never imagined that he’d be a part of something that could have such far reaching effects in, well, everything.
Wolfram and Hart had their cloven hoof in the cookie jar of almost every major corporation in America, as well as in several of the international hubs of the world. For a long time he’d assumed—wrongly as it turned out—that he somehow was the center of their fixation.
Since he’d accepted/been blackmailed into the CEO position here in the LA office he’d discovered some things.
1. He was NOT the center of the universe. Not by a long shot.
2. Although broody was a good look for him, so was droll.
3. He liked being in charge. A lot.
4. There were more options than black in the fashion rainbow. Although not as many as Lorne seemed to believe.
5. The X-box may be man’s greatest invention.
6. He missed being in love.
It was that last that caused the lingering broody. He’d been in love, he knew what it felt like and he missed it. He’d only had three experiences that he’d dare to name as love. There was the love for Connor, and that was a feeling unlike any he’d ever imagined. But it was also a relationship that caused him a lifetime of pain every time his son crossed his thoughts. Buffy. He still loved Buffy. He’d _always_ love Buffy. But Cordelia. She was the one he’d never know about. He had felt so sure, so passionate, so right in his love for her, and then the madness began. And now? Now the doctors said she might never wake up. That whatever mindfuck Jasmine had pulled on her might be permanent.
So he’d lived. Or existed, rather. But it had been more than 3 years since he’d felt the warmth of love wash through his undead body.
Angel shook his head as if to rid himself of his thoughts. Jeez. You’ve been alive for 250+ years and the past 3 years are all you can think about? What a sad comment on your immortality!
The intercom buzzed and he heard Gunn’s voice, “Angel. You better get up here. We may have a problem.”
As Gunn’s voice resounded in the air, the telephone began to ring. He buzzed Gunn back, “I’ll be right there.”
He hit the speaker on the phone, “Angel.”
“Sir, this is Dr. Marcus. Miss Chase has awakened.”
For the first time since seeing the sun three years ago, Angel felt a combined sense of joy and relief.
I am a writing machine!
