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[slayerwithstyle]

Dear Willow,

I've never been any good at keeping a diary. That was always Dawn's department. But since you're not going to remember me, or be able to thank me for all this later, I thought... Well, I don't know what I thought, but someone is going to have to hear about this. And I'm sure Giles will want to read about my adventures in... wherever the hell we're going.

First off, what is with the Angel look-alike? It's seriously creeping me. He's just as stubborn and annoying as he was back when I first moved to Sunnydale, but waaaay less with the hotness factor. He's like, old. And also? Annoying, bordering on stupid. He's probably going to leap into the first danger he finds and end up hurt or dead. Somehow I doubt the other-dimensional him will come with new and improved healy powers.

Flynn, the guy who lost his princess, is nice enough, if a little stuck up.

Have I mentioned that I'm the only girl crashing this party? I can't wait for the pissing contests to start.

The Kazi kid is sweet, if a little ditzy. He kinda reminds me of Dawn. Only nicer.

And Armand is... we'll see where that goes. I hope he can find some less stuffy clothing, though. I doubt we'll be staying at the Ritz on all of these worlds we'll be traveling to. Starchy pants and lace don't make for great camping clothes.

I hope that... all of this has made you happier, Will. It would suck if I went through with it and you still ended up all torn apart.

Love,
Buffy.

Comments

[secret-orchard.livejournal.com]

I am not wearing any lace, Mlle. Summers. And when ones does starch clothing, tis hardly the trousers that are starched. Wool and layers are quite practical. I'd like to see your flimsy garments withstand a blackberry thicket.

[slayerwithstyle.livejournal.com]

Excuse me?

...You can read this?!

Where the hell is the delete button?!

[secret-orchard.livejournal.com]

Apparently I can. Delete?

[slayerwithstyle.livejournal.com]

I thought she said these were personal journals. You know, personal? As in not open to the public? Where's the "get rid of this entry before everyone sees it and it ruins my life" button?!

My clothes have survived much worse than a blackberry thicket. Try getting vampire dust out of wool and layers. Trust me, that stuff sticks.

[secret-orchard.livejournal.com]

I opened up mine and your words were there.

[slayerwithstyle.livejournal.com]

That's just... playing dirty. I really, really, really wish I was back in Sunnydale right now.

[secret-orchard.livejournal.com]

You have my sympathy.

[blessed-booth.livejournal.com]

I'll just take a wild guess the delete function doesn't work.

[slayerwithstyle.livejournal.com]

Congratulations, you win the prize for Stating the Obvious.

[blessed-booth.livejournal.com]

Look, it was personal and you should be able to write what you want in your book. No matter who you feel like insulting.

Next time, just write "Private" or "Personal" at the top. I won't read it. Scout's honor.