AUTHOR: Goddess Isa
EMAIL: goddessisa@aol.com
SUMMARY: The hardest lessons of life are learned in the oddest situations, don't you think??? SPOILER: Beer Bad & Rm W/ A Vu
DISTRIBUTION: Sure, just email me & lmk where it's going - I like seeing my name in print =) Of course, all my work is at my page - http://planetslaythis.homestead.com
FEEDBACK: Please, I'd hate to have to Slay for it. =P
RATING: TV-PG
DISCLAIMER: These characters belong to Joss & David (Greenwalt not Boreanaz). They both suck. Sheryl Crow owns the song, the anthem of my life
//All I wanna do
Is have some fun
I got a feeling
I'm not the only one
All I wanna do
Is have some fun
Until the sun comes up
Over Santa Monica Boulevard\\
Dear Angel,
Well, I learned tonight why Spike likes to get so drunk.
I had sort of a....mishap with the beer at the campus bar (sick that such a thing exists, huh?). I got into this fit of drinking all this beer, and it was poisoned or something....brought out the primal tendencies in me. Well, us. There were some guys - not guy-guys, just guys, guys I got drunk with. They went crazy and set this bar on fire and I wound up saving Willow and this asshole Parker (don't worry, I clubbed him over the head with a big stick after the fact). I also ruined the walls of my dorm room, got frizzy hair and put a crack in the screen of my TV. In the words of Xander (never thought I'd be quoting him), the beer is bad.
I realized something though. Even when I was....well, Cave Slayer (another Xanderism), I still cared about the things that really matter. I slept with Mr. Gordo and I worried about my friends and I even clubbed Parker!! (Sorry, defining moment for me. Parker's sort of popular, and lots of people witnessed me kick his pathetic ass. Yes, I thought I was Pebbles Flintstone while I did it, but still.)
When I saw my mom last week, she said that the older I get, the more clear things will become. She said I'll start to see people for who and what they really are and learn where I belong.
All I've learned so far is that I belong in Sunnydale with my friends, but I'm sure more important revelations are to come.
Love, Buffy
*****
//I like a good beer buzz early in the morning
And Billy likes to peel the labels
From his bottles of Bud
He shreds them on the bar
And then lights every match in an oversized pack
Letting each one burn\\
Dear Buffy,
Did you ever just want to smack your best friend? Probably not, since your best friend is Willow.
Mine is Doyle. I think.
And I love the guy, I really do, but he just bought a Sheryl Crow CD used for like a buck and he's been playing that damned song about beer buzzing *all* day. As in, since last night into tonight. Very annoying. And unsettling.
I know he's upset. Cordy's finally in her new apartment, and now that she's settled with Dennis (her ghost - it's a really long story but I'll tell you if we ever talk again - God, I hope we do. I could spend years just telling you about work alone, but you and I both know that's not all we want to discuss), he feels like she doesn't need him anymore.
And I know she needs him, because we all need friends whether we want to admit it or not, but I feel bad for him because he needs her in a very different way.
He's in love with her.
Cordy's not the type I'd expect to fall for Doyle, but then again, I wouldn't have pictured her for having a brain, either, which she does. She's very helpful around here, but I'll *kill* you (no, I'll turn you!) if you ever tell her I said that.
In helping Cordelia conquer her ghost, I've learned that she's really a good person. She's smart and fun and even has a heart, though she'll never let you see it unless you pay her (I can testify to that one in court.). I think it's been a pleasant surprise having her here. Of course, I haven't gotten this month's VISA bill yet.
I should go. Doyle's going to shut that song off now, he promised, if I go have a drink with him. It'll do me some good to forget about everything for a little while. He keeps telling me that every minute I spend *not* thinking about you is a step in the right direction, but it just feels the complete opposite.
Still completely in love with you 'till the day I'm dust, Angel