[HIATUS]

[windandwater]

This is it. I'm leaving the house in a little bit to go to the hotel, so I'm pretty much going to be absent from LJ and online for the rest of the week. Even if the hotel has free wireless, I think I'll be too stressed out to take advantage of it.

As I did last time, this is now A TOTAL SPAM POST.

Run wild, people. Link me to anything you want me to see or read, babble endlessly, RP in here, or -- and Mikke did this once and holds the spamming title in my LJ for it -- post all your fic here. XD! I approve of cat macros and pictures of cute animals. I also approve of smutty pr0n (fics and art yayz), and cuddly domesticity (fics and art yayz). Go ahead and try to break my e-mail, and give me much love.

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EDIT...

It's 2pm and I just wanted to tell everyone that I'm checked in and such. And the internets are not free. ;__; But I've got one day of it so I will see if Trickster works.

Oh, and...

ONLY 15 COMMENTS?! I SAID TO SPAM. SPAM LIKE YOU MEAN IT.

Comments

Re: Why change a winning formula?

[mikkeneko.livejournal.com]

Years ago. Giles realized with a sudden start just how many years it had been. God, he thought, almost twenty years. I should have forgotten by now...

Re: Why change a winning formula?

[mikkeneko.livejournal.com]

And yet he couldn’t. For the first five years he had done everything in his power to forget; he drank to excess, experimented with every chemical cocktail under the sun, shut himself away from all his friends, and devoted himself to the act of forgetting. He had even fought vampires, alone; between his undeniably mortal state and the ninety-proof that usually ran in his blood, it was nothing short of a miracle that he had survived. And for the decade after that, he had plunged himself into his work, his calling, with such ferocity that the memories never surfaced. He never went out, never socialized, to avoid the pain contacting another woman would bring; his only companions were his precious books, and the demons that lurked between their pages.

Re: Why change a winning formula?

[mikkeneko.livejournal.com]

Only after he had come to Sunnydale, after he had met Buffy, all her friends, Jenny, and Joyce—only now did the memories push against the back of his mind, nagging to be remembered.

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