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September 9th, 2006

Current Location: The Motel Subject: Sober Time: 12:18 pm Current Mood: aggravated

I couldn't possibly be more pissed off. I said no. Fucking NO. Held him back! I'm starting to seriously worry that old age is creeping up on me, that I'm getting just a wee bit insecure. WHO CARES IF HE'S PRETENDING? I COULD STILL HAVE SHAGGED HIM SENSELESS! Anyway, the spell's coming up sharpish - going to cook up some trouble at Ripper's delightful little club. Just waiting for some sort of signal for the meet-up now. And next time he offers like that, I'm going to keep my big trap shut. I hope.

:: send some mail ::

August 5th, 2006

Current Location: The Motel Subject: Someone I Knew Time: 02:58 pm Current Mood: rushed

He's back. I can hardly believe it, but it's fucking true. Ripper - my Ripper - is right here in Sunnydale, lusting after the pure magics of that cute little redhead Willow, wearing that old coy smile. Christ this could be just like old times, perhaps even better. I told him to get in touch, will be dutifully checking my answerphone, (assuming I can keep the cellphone on long enough without my magics frying it). God this is going to be good.

:: send some mail ::

Tags: answerphone Subject: The Answerphone Time: 02:54 pm

I'm sorry, the person you have dialed is currently unavailable. Please leave a message after the beep.

:: 1 letter :: send some mail ::

July 28th, 2006

Current Location: Sunnydale Airport Subject: Homeward Bound Time: 02:05 am

The tour didn't quite go as planned. After fleeing from Sunnydale I was run out of Florida, New Jersey and Kansas. Not necessarily in that order - everything was a bit hazy for those first few months - head full of magic and a pocketful of profit from the Costume Shop. San Franciso turned out to be Brighton on acid, which I quite liked, but there wasn't much of a scene for the magically inclined. Canada I adored - all those cute french boys and girls - so of course the second I set foot there again I'll be locked up for the rest of my life. I just got off the plane from New York, actually, sitting in the rain with my meagre luggage awaiting a cab. Lucky the flight connections matched, considering I booked at the very last second. Would be nice to walk to my motel, except it's the dead of night and I'm not half as stupid as the Slayer and her cronies. Don't fancy a beating from the blonde bint tonight, thank you very much. So here I sit, the soggy sorceror, waiting for the cab and holding back the vomit. Fucking jet-lag.

:: send some mail ::

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