I prefer to imagine that the eye has been magically regrown
I suppose Willow could find a way.
Dawn ,'The Killer In Me'
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I prefer to imagine that the eye has been magically regrown
I suppose Willow could find a way.
Oh, Victor, in your lovely bit, you have a place where you talk about Xander's eyes, plural (sad sigh). Unless I didn't read it closely enough to see that that was explained. Feh, the things we have to take into account now.
Bah. Magic, schmagic. In 20 years we'll have liquid lens technology. Read it in a glossy magazine, I did.
Elena, yes, I've been working on the siege. Arrows have flown. When I stop reading stuff in here I shall go transcribe.
Me? I feel like the Chinese and Greek fates have gotten together and are trying to top each other in definitions of interesting and dramatic.
You know what you need, my dear? A vacation. Just a little time for yourself.
I'm actually trying to work together something for Aug 7-8, which I've taken off (conveniently with a weekend, though I'm sure my work will have me come in that Saturday) which involves going to Wendover, Nev., mini-Vegas on the border, two hours' drive from Salt Lake City. They've got a fun bus which is cheap, but it leaves damned early in the morning and is always full of elderly folks with nothing better to do, and while I enjoy people watching, I dno't want to be trapped alone with bored grand-parents who want to grill me about my life. But my car is not up to a long drive through the West Desert and the infamous Salt Flats. Maybe I can find a cheap rental with a CD player, bring my Billy Idol and loud stuff and stay over cheap in Wendover before driving back Friday morning. Amy has family obligations, or I'd talk her into going with me.
It sounds excellent. You know, if you blast the Billy Idol on the bus I'm sure that the elderly will avoid talking to you.
Hey motherfucker! Get laid, get fucked!
Billy Idol vs. the naughty Mormon grandmas. I think I scared myself.
So imagine how they would feel.
Or, you know, when they ask you what you do for fun mention the GVSP. Oooh, better yet - if they start to evangalize about, you know, whatever, you can tell them how GVSP saved your life!
Or I could just tell them I'm heading out to meet my polyandrous marriage group.
Nah, I'd say the wrong thing and find myself kicked off the bus in Skull Valley, then I'd have to hitchhike, then I'd find myself getting picked up by even weirder people. I should probably just try to find a car I can trust for the trip.
Excuse me, must go transcribe now. Arrows, you know. Someone could get hurt ...
Ooooh, yes, someone could get hurt...