My car broke.

I may cry.

Or smack something.

Insert some emo poetry about how the automobile industry hates me.

The end.

I was working the other day when that damn elf storms over and kidnaps me.

He claimed I haven't been acting myself.

I swear, he's so damn frustrating. So the pointy eared bastard proceeds to take me back to Middle Earth for the weekend. To remind me of "better times".

Better times???

No plumbing.

Helms Deep.

Killing.. her.

What better times is he talking about??

I just don't get that stupid elf. I really don't.

But.. it was pretty sweet for him to try and help me...

No. NO. I will not think fluffy thoughts. Absolutely not. NO.

......

Sometimes I really hate myself.

Smooth, you bastard.

You know, Buffy's too upset to be pissed off, so I'm going to be pissed off for her.

Xander, are the maggot infested afterbirth of a gutter fucked whore.

You'd better watch your back.

I had a nightmare last night.

She was there. Taunting me.

He was there, saying I failed.

They were all there telling me I was useless.

Deadweight.

Then the darkness was filled with blood.. and I was drowning.

Always drowning.

I screamed and everything shattered into pieces..

And I woke up, and I was standing on the fire escape outside my living room window.

At my feet was that damn dagger.

She won't stay dead...

So I finally got the Suvian thing to work for me.

I got a job at this Lunatic Cafe place. Some kind of interdimensional thing run by Buffy.

I'm an assistant manager, and pretty much do what Buffy does, except I don't own the place.

It's okay. Except for the fact that HE'S there.

And then I have to watch Buffy and Xander overdoseing on the flirting.

It's enough to make one sick.

Oh and of course, Neo is insane, he tried to rape a cabbit for fucks sake. Perverted bastard.

The entire place makes my head hurt.

And yet it still beats cooking pizza.