text @ Buffy

Buffy: I’m kinda bored up here, Xander is supposed to bring me my laptop tomorrow.
Buffy: Xander is visiting me tomorrow after work, by the way.
Buffy: But anyways, maybe like some water and something to amuse the Buffy brain? I’m easily entertained, it shouldn’t be too much of an imposition. A piece of string would be satisfactory.
Willow: We have water, mint tea, green tea, ovaltine and hot cocoa. And I’ve got cards from when Xander was over.
Willow: We could play something together maybe?
Willow: Or, you know, solitaire’s good too. Totally good.
Buffy: Ooh green tea has that health food vibe going for it.
Buffy: And yes, we must play together. Because playing by myself is sad, and I want to hang out with you, and I always get stuck on solitaire anyways.

text @ faith

Faith: Preach.
Buffy: Anyone else and it’d be “oh but buffy what about the long run? repression is bad”. But not you, Faith.
Buffy: I think maybe there are some things that other non-us people just can’t understand.
Faith: That’s me, reigning champ of good life decisions. Tryin’ to knock me down to second? It’s not gonna be easy.
Faith: No shit, Sherlock. You’re stuck with me.
Buffy: I don’t have to try, it just comes naturally to me.
Buffy: Well if I’m Sherlock, then you’re Jude Law. Which isn’t too bad because he’s one fine piece of man.

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Buffy: It sure doesn’t. And I miss happy golden days of yore too, I guess it’s sort of pointless though. Unless we can get a higher being or a time machine involved.
Tara: With our lives, who knows? But you’re right. Wishing is dangerous.
Buffy: I think though that if we keep pushing upstream and that, eventually our lives’ll be less dangerous or something.
Tara: You sound so different from the last time we talked. I’m glad you’re happier. Maybe I’ll get there someday.
Buffy: You will. I guess I started to realize that hope of a better life is one of the few things that are worth living for. Hope and love. If you have those, you might not be happy all the time, but at least you’ll know that life’s still worth it if you’ve got those.
Buffy: Whoa, I’m going all Yoda. Whoa, I know who Yoda is!

text @ Buffy

Buffy: You’re the best friend, it’s what you’re here for right? Personal vent listener and shoulder crier onner.
Buffy: Of course I trust you, when it comes to emotional stuff and girl talk, only Willow will do ❤
Buffy: I could go on, but I’d probably just be repeating myself.
Willow: I’m glad.
Willow: Can I grab you anything?
Buffy: I’m kinda bored up here, Xander is supposed to bring me my laptop tomorrow.
Buffy: Xander is visiting me tomorrow after work, by the way.
Buffy: But anyways, maybe like some water and something to amuse the Buffy brain? I’m easily entertained, it shouldn’t be too much of an imposition. A piece of string would be satisfactory.

text @ faith

Buffy: You probably could’ve gotten away with that angle stuff. I sorta skipped more than half of my geometry classes back in high school.
Buffy: And I know, I don’t want to get sappy either. Hence the “ick”. I think I’ll just stick to my usual plan of shoving all my emotions down my throat and soldiering on.
Buffy: That’s always worked quite nicely in the short run.
Faith: Preach.
Buffy: Anyone else and it’d be “oh but buffy what about the long run? repression is bad”. But not you, Faith.
Buffy: I think maybe there are some things that other non-us people just can’t understand.

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Buffy: Well I never would’ve wished for that if I was sober. I’m usually like uber careful with the w word, but then I was never careful enough where he was concerned. Anyways, low of a life as he was, he didn’t really deserve that.
Buffy: Ick. I’m getting all sappy. Drinking’d just make it worse. I keep forgetting that it tends to intensify my pain instead of dull it.
Faith: Yeah, yeah, I know, always possible to do a 360. …Wait, but that’d be a circle. Think I meant 180.
Faith: No one wants you to get sappy. Seriously.
Buffy: You probably could’ve gotten away with that angle stuff. I sorta skipped more than half of my geometry classes back in high school.
Buffy: And I know, I don’t want to get sappy either. Hence the “ick”. I think I’ll just stick to my usual plan of shoving all my emotions down my throat and soldiering on.
Buffy: That’s always worked quite nicely in the short run.

text @ Buffy

Buffy: It’s stupid. I just have to vent it.
Willow: It’s not stupid.
Willow: And I’m glad you still trust me enough to vent it. ❤
Willow: You can do it some more. If you want, I mean.
Buffy: You’re the best friend, it’s what you’re here for right? Personal vent listener and shoulder crier onner.
Buffy: Of course I trust you, when it comes to emotional stuff and girl talk, only Willow will do ❤
Buffy: I could go on, but I'd probably just be repeating myself.

Text @ Buffy

Buffy: Everything’s fine now 🙂
Tara: Well, that’s a relief. What happened with the registration?
Buffy: I was gonna go, that’s where I was going when I left and all. I got stopped. Now it’s sort of too late, I’m not really happy about it. But I’m not in a position to do anything about it right now.
Tara: It never ends, does it? I miss the old days.
Buffy: It sure doesn’t. And I miss happy golden days of yore too, I guess it’s sort of pointless though. Unless we can get a higher being or a time machine involved.
Tara: With our lives, who knows? But you’re right. Wishing is dangerous.
Buffy: I think though that if we keep pushing upstream and that, eventually our lives’ll be less dangerous or something.

text @ faith

Buffy: Only I get to be this cool, Faith.
Buffy: Do you remember Cameron? My uh, well I’m not sure what he was to me anymore. But he was vampire Matthew’s boyfriend. That’s who it was.
Buffy: Nope definitely not hoping to be doing any tossing of anything any time soon.
Faith: Hey, far as I can tell, that just means there’s one less lowlife off the planet. Not that I can really get off on judging, but whatever.
Faith: Might help with the pain. As in like, your bones. The other stuff too though.
Buffy: Well I never would’ve wished for that if I was sober. I’m usually like uber careful with the w word, but then I was never careful enough where he was concerned. Anyways, low of a life as he was, he didn’t really deserve that.
Buffy: Ick. I’m getting all sappy. Drinking’d just make it worse. I keep forgetting that it tends to intensify my pain instead of dull it.

text @ Buffy

Buffy: It’s kind of weird, he called me the other day. When the registration law passed. It was this strange sort of non conversation.
Willow: I’m sorry.
Willow: …was it a good kind of non-conversation?
Buffy: It just sort of was. We didn’t fight or anything if that’s what you’re asking.
Buffy: I was shocked by it I guess. Out of the blue he calls me all concerned, I don’t know what to think of it really. Or if I should even think anything of it at all.
Willow: He just cares about you. We all do. Even if we kind of suck at showing it.
Buffy: I know you guys do. Care, that is. It’s just kind of hard with him because he’s with Cordelia now and I mean I should be happy for them because he’s happy with her but it still kind of hurts.
Buffy: And I just, I know he cares. But we both know we can’t be friends and it just seems sort of traitory that he’d be all worried about me when he’s got Cordy now.
Buffy: It’s stupid. I just have to vent it.