Fe, fi, fo fum.

I swear, if I see one more guy bitch about having a girl in their head, I'm going to fucking break their fingers.


Shut. the fuck. up.



And now, you may all get back to your regularly scheduled programs.

Is it really wrong, that I find myself laughing at some of the things Spike thinks about, or has said in the past?

He definitely has a twisted sense of humor.


Then again, so do I. Always have. I guess it's something we have in common.



"We like to talk big... vampires do. "I'm going to destroy the world." That's just tough-guy talk. Strutting around with your friends over a pint of blood. The truth is, I like this world. You've got...dog racing, Manchester United. And you've got people. Billions of people walking around like Happy Meals with legs. It's all right here. But then someone comes along with a vision. With a real... passion for destruction. Angel could pull it off. Good-bye, Picadilly. Farewell, Leicester-bloody-Square."



See, things like that make me actually like the son of a bitch.

I'm starting to realize that this whole reincarnation thing isn't all fun and games.




I can take the gory memories, but I don't want to keep dreaming about all the shit he's done. It just makes everything so much more vivid.



Does anyone know how to crack a bone so that it will never heal? Anyone know how hard you need to twist someone's neck in order to break it? Maybe someone else knows how long it takes to impale someone with a railroad spike before you reach their spinal cord? Because, they can't feel anything after that...if they're still alive.



Seriously, he's been very educational lately. He makes Charles Mason look like a model citizen.




I need a drink. Or, like....80.

ef·ful·gent (-fljnt, -fl-)
adj.
Shining brilliantly; resplendent


Well, look at that.


You learn a new thing, every day.

This is a day to celebrate.


I did my first nipple piercings today, all on my own.


And the dude cried like a little bitch. It was fantastic.


Is it wrong that I get so much amusement out of other people's pain sometimes? I'm not a sadist or anything, but...come on. If you saw it, I'm sure you'd be laughing too. Or maybe me and the guy living in my head are a lot more twisted than the rest of you. Oh well. Your loss, for not finding it funny.

But that's not the point. The point is, I'm getting so much better at pushing metal objects through people's skin...which is a good thing, I swear. I think I need to go out and celebrate. We haven't gotten drunk in quite some time. Who else wants to come?

( Every Slayer has a death wish. Even you. )