The Hellmouth
I hate living in this house with all these stupid little SiT. They annoy the hell out of me, and all I seem to notice is that Dawn is running out after Xander and when she comes back, she has that glossed over look in her eyes. I know that look. It's the "Xander just did unspeakable things to me." I invented that look. I swear I did. And if she doesn't think I know what's going on, she's got something coming to her.
Thankfully I've seemed to escape the wrath of the Gossip Girl. It's a good thing, too, because whoever it is might even be getting their information from me. I seem to see everything and sense everything. I totally called the whole Buffy/Spike groping thing. It was me who saw them out the window but some stupid potential got the credit for it.
Andrew is mainly my only source of entertainment. That video camera of his is quite fun...when left alone in the bathroom with it. I'm just saying that lots of orgasms can be had just by knowing that little camera is there. No joke. Except that time I heard Willow and Kennedy going at it in the room next to the bathroom and then orgasms did not come that easily to me. I'm not big on the lesbian love. Don't get me wrong, it's great for them and their orgasm friend-ness, but I'm not like that. I've never swung that way. Hmm, well actually I've just never tried...
I hate living here. I need a playmate. Maybe when Angelus comes he'll invite me to be evil again. At least it would give me something to do...
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