For those of you who've been sayin' to yourself, "Gee, I wonder where the hell Faith got off to?" the answer is... Mexico. This place ain't bad. Crawlin' with demons, though. But, that's the way I like it. Keeps me busy, ya know? Out of trouble. Relatively speaking.
Thing is... got the strangest phone call today. From Angel. Not sure how he got my number, but, that doesn't really matter. I guess there's big bad goin' down in LA. He's callin' in the troops. That would be me. Didn't talk long. Just got the short on the skinny. Guess he's got a lot to take care of, what with it being the Apocalypse and all. Again.
So, I'm on my way back to the States. Been a while since I've been gone. After things went down in Cleveland, I figured it was just my time to go. No sense in all of us keepin' to the nest, ya know? Besides, I've never been real big on settlin' down. Had to get my wanderlust on in a great big way. Didn't even really say goodbye. Just got up one morning and left. Better that way. Less questions. Easier.
Every time this happens, though, I always get to thinkin' about... stuff. How things were. How things could have been. I don't wanna wax all philosophic or anything, but, I can't help thinkin' about how much different everything would be if I'd never gotten called. Or, you know, if I hadn't done all the seriously fucked up things that I did. What if I'd just been Wesley's girl? What if I'd kept things clean with B? What if I'd been able to hold on to a little more sanity? Whatever. It doesn't matter now.
I've gotta bounce; just thought I'd check in. Let you all know... I'm alright.
i'll drink another drink for you
one, two, three, four, five, once i drank a fish alive
i'll drop another pill for you
six, seven, eight, nine, ten, did it before, i'll do it again
i'll tell another joke for you
did you hear the one about the one that looks like you
i'll sleep with sleep arounds for you
why don't you scratch my back and chew the tongue i chew
i'll tell another lie for you
tell you what you wanna hear, but that don't make it true
i'll wear another smile for you
that way you know i'm fine, and having fun with you
i'll draw another line for you
that way you know i'm hip, that way you know i'm cool
i'll smoke another smoke for you
i'll blow back in your mouth and you can blow back too
you gotta go there to come back
i'll take another punch for you
tie my hands behind my back, that way you cannot lose
i'll make another pound for you
so you can drive your motor car, and drive you to the moon
you. me. us. free... we're alright, alright
love. pain. hate. rain... we're alright, alright
give. take. time. place... we're alright, alright
(That subject line's just for you, hellmouth_news.)WHAT THE HELL?!
Okay... let me see if I got this straight...
Yesterday, I got up. Took a shower. Got dressed. Then went downstairs to meet up with B for a little Slayer-on-Slayer bonding. (Yeah, hellmouth_news, I said it.
Go fuckin' wild.) She was still doin' her hair or whatever, so I was hangin' out in the kitchen when in walks Cari. At first, things were cool. We were just chillin', talkin' about everything that'd been goin' down...
B comes around and we're all just doin' that Slayer thing when all of a sudden Cari's all, "Hey Faith, I have something to be showing you in my room." And what do I do? Like a moron, I totally go for it! We tell B we're gonna be right back, get two steps out into the hallway when -- BAM! She clocks me in the back of the head with her fuckin' coffee mug!
Next thing I know I'm wakin' up this morning in the fuckin' utility closet on the third floor!!? (Not to mention a wicked bad headache!)
Again, I ask...WHAT THE HELL?!Edit:
And... has anyone seen Robin
will write more when... oh, shi--
Christmas has never really been my thing. (No big revelation there.) I could sit here and talk about all of my mixed-up feelings and then put on a big "pity poor Faith" pout, but, instead? I think I'm just gonna show you guys what I managed to scrap together for presents.
Just as a warning, though... they're crap.
// just your standard household firewall -- nothing to see here //
So, I drew Xander in the Scooby Gang Sekrit Santa thing. I didn't have a lot to spend, but I did manage to find something I thought he might like. (Okay, so, maybe I just thought it be really funny to watch him unwrap it, but still...)
Picked up one of these for B. (What? They smell good. And chicks dig candles.)
I felt like such a loser because I wanted to get Robin something but nothing really seemed right. Had all sorts of ideas... a new belt, maybe a wallet, or some kind of shiny new weapon. But then, I found this. It was one of the books I'd manage to get my hands on in jail and I thought maybe he might like it, too. (All that stuff from Oz about zen had got me curious.)
// firewall be gone //
So, yeah... that's what I managed to come up with. They all kinda suck.
The other day (like three weeks ago) I did one of those "things I'm thankful for" posts, but somehow it totally disappeared, so I'm doing it again
'cause it's not like I've got anything else to do.
Things I'm Thankful For...
... second chances. I can think of more than a few people who really didn't have any reason to trust me again, but they did. I'd like to think that those second chances have helped to make me better.
... good friends. Sorta goin' along with that whole second chances thing. I've actually got a few friends. I don't think I've ever really been able to say that before. It's kinda nice.
... leather pants. Don't know where I'd be without my leather pants. They're the kick!
... cable television. Nothin' worse than waiting around for dusk and patrol than being forced to settle for the daytime TV choices on basic. HBO is my best friend (even though I still can't watch Oz without gettin' a chill).
Skinemax isn't bad for after patrol, yo.
... Slayer strength. If I have to explain this, you haven't been payin' attention.
... Mountain Dew: Code Red. I'm pretty sure this stuff is about as close to 'nectar of the gods' as anyone's gonna get. Mixed with a little
vodka Red Bull, it's almost as good as that Slayer high. Almost.
... personal space. While it's wicked cool to save the world and whatnot, I hated feelin' like I was crashin' in one big closet with the rest of the
wannabes Mini-Slayers. This new place ain't so bad if you don't mind the Hellmouth and all. Got my own room, my own bed, my own pathetically bare walls, and... my own bathroom. (Hey, I just got done spending the last three years doin' my thing in front of a bunch of other rowdy-ass bitches... not to mention prison bathrooms? Not the cleanest places in Hell.)
So, yeah. I'm thankful. Don't you feel more informed?
Now, what's left around here to eat...
Step 1: Open can.
Step 2: Let plop into bowl.
Step 3: Serve.
I am a genius!
Everyone else is spazzing out about their cooking and I'm... done. Maybe I'll just have a little sampling of Mini-Summers' pie and -- *hack!* *cough!* OH MY GOD! WHAT THE HELL IS--
I'm sure you've all heard by now... the other day we had a little memorial to mark the six month anniversary of Sunnydale sinkin' into the ground. It was less than happy. And, it got me thinkin'...
It's been, like, six years or so since I got Called. I did a lot of shit in that time that, lookin' back now, I'm not too proud of. But, ya know, I did a lot of shit that I am proud of. I helped save the world, yo. Twice. Not many people can say that (thought, 'round here, I guess I'm not the only one). If I had to do it all over again, I don't really think I'd really change anything. I mean, yeah, I was a bitch and I did some shit to more than a few people that I'll probably never be able to make right. But, it ain't about what I did wrong... it's what I did right.
Okay, so, we lost some good folks... but, we've still got a lot of good folks kickin' around, still fightin' the good fight. Still givin' the world their all and not quite gettin' the props they deserve. I just wanna say...
B... Angel... all you guys out there still tryin' to make the world a better place? Yeah, I feel you. It's all good. Keep it up. Without you guys, think about where we'd be. (Dead, probably.)
// Firewalled from the Cleveland Gang //
And, hey, it's not like everyone we thought we lost is really gone.
// End Firewall //
I think it's about time I went out and got my
naughty party on. I'm gonna go dancin'. Who wants to come with?
Woke up this morning feeling really... strange. Not sure what it is about today, but something isn't right. Can't put my finger on it, though, and it's buggin' the hell out of me...
In other news (as if there was much other news), plans are underway for next week's Thanksgiving dinner and I've been delegated kitchen duty. Considering my skill with baking consists of putting the little packet of popcorn right-side-up in the microwave and waiting three minutes, I have no idea what I'm going to make. I mean, yeah, if we had a turkey I could kill it... but, that's about where my expertise on that sort of things ends.
(I know there's probably a good two or three people out there wondering where the hell I've been lately, so consider this update just for them. -F.)
Yeah, I'm still here.
With everything that's happened in the last few weeks, I'm beginning to remember what bein' a Slayer was all about. Slaying vampires. Kinda sucks that that nutty bitch managed to get herself gone before I could turn her into an ashtray full of whack but, hey... whatever. The important thing was that we got back Rona and Shannon and whatnot.
On a slightly funnier note, how trippy is it that the only time some people around here have ever seen snow was when it was all Christmas-miracle-like? I know I'm not the only one amused by this...
Well, with B doin' the job hunt thing and the mini-Slayers turning into insomniacs, I've been shouldering most of the slayage... and can I just say that Cleveland isn't short on weird? I've been up to my neck (no pun, yo) in crazy-ass vampires. These guy breed that rabbits. Seriously.
So, now, I'm kinda pullin' the night shift and whatnot. Got in a few hours ago and I'm totally beat.
Time for bed!
Who wants to join me?