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Heading Out [15 Feb 2004|05:02pm] [ mood | content ] Fred and I are going out to do some shopping for Angel and the office/apartment. We both agree that looking a slight of the dark and broody ain't going to be a good look on your health, Angel. Well, not like it'll hurt but still, we don't all like living in shades of black. Plus my room needs a splash of color and I ain't going to be wearing Wes' and Gunn's clothes. Don't know where they've been. So if we're not back by sundown don't go having a cow, okay bud? Fred and Wes chipped in and got me a cell phone, left the number in your underwear drawer. It's wear I keep everything -- nevermind, that'll get you confused. Maybe when I get back -- we can kiss again? [2] death is only the beginning.

... [15 Feb 2004|12:04pm] [ mood | confused ] [ music | Bif Naked - Lucky ] Um, well. This is entirely new to me; the being dead and coming back to life part is what I'm trying too say at least. Yet, it's weird for me, partly, because I was in heaven. It's weird because after all this stuff that's happen in the past two days I don't miss it; in fact I think I've found my own personal heaven, my own personal angel. Blah, I was never one to be romantic or spurt out some odd lovey dovey poetry or anything, but I can say this. I've been dead for going on four - five years and when I came back to life, he was there, well he was there when I woke up. I see why Fred doesn't like rambling, makes you look like a total ass if I ever get a say in it. Could it be that I'm happy? Like really happy? I know that he loves the Slayer or ... is it now a Slayer, and he fell in love with Cordelia ... but he says he likes me. Wanted to be with me. Or was I just dreaming it when he kissed me? Bullocks. I'm such a stupid mick sometimes. Maybe it was a fluck? Bloody hell I hope not, because I'd love kissing him once more ... all I want. ... Great. Turning into a school girl now. Maybe if I read something I can take my mind off of the kiss. Though all I have to read is Angela's Ashes which makes me think of Angel, which makes me think of our kiss. Right, Whistler's it is. only the beginning.

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