| Umm, Arf? |
[Jan. 3rd, 2005|09:13 pm] |
You Are a Rottweiler Puppy |
Powerful, smart, and protective.
You're eager to growl at anyone you hate - but you're a big sweetheart inside.
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It could have been worse I guess, I could have been a poodle or some other froufrou dog. |
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| It's Christmas Time Again... |
[Dec. 23rd, 2004|12:42 pm] |
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Finally conviced ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) spike_t_bloody to have fun this year!! Of course it took a double team attack to convinced Mr."I'm Evil and Don't Celebrate Holidays".
Just my luck that Dawnie's come to visit and helped me to...convince him. It's so good to see her again, in some ways she's changed so much but in some ways she's still the little girl who I'd sneak cookies with. I don't care what those monks say or did.
Gotta jet. I had just come back from shopping when Dawn popped up and now we've got to go back out for more goodies! |
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[Nov. 27th, 2004|07:59 am] |
Gakked from spike_t_bloody
Take the quiz: "What Is Your Kink?"
Submission
You live to serve! You're most excited when someone else takes the reins and controls the situation. You're happy to do whatever will make your partner happy, even if it isn't your favorite thing to do. In the bedroom, you aim to please. Your motto is, Yes Sir/Ma'am!
Well.
I guess me and Spike are the perfect match then, wouldn't you say...
Master? |
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| I just can't take him to nice places... |
[Nov. 19th, 2004|11:21 am] |
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| | Thank God It's Christmas by Queen. | ] |
Okay so we're having to rent tuxes for a thing. A fancy dinner thing that Wills is throwing later on for when our friend Buffy comes to visit.
Yeah, that's her name. And you lot thought Xander was odd.
( Shopping again. ) |
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| Yeah, right... |
[Nov. 9th, 2004|06:41 pm] |
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You Are From the Sun |
Of all your friends, you're the shining star.
You're dramatic - loving attention and the spotlight.
You're a totally entertainer and the life of the party.
Watch out! The Sun can be stubborn, demanding, and flirty.
Overall, you're a great leader and great friend. The very best!
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Okay I haven't partied in a long, long time. Bad things tend to happen at parties me and my friends show up at. That and I really don't want to be the sun since my lover is allergic to it.
I will admit to being just a tiny bit stubborn though! |
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| Off Line for the Weekend |
[Nov. 4th, 2004|02:16 pm] |
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Well I probably will be off line starting tomorrow. Don't know what time spike_t_bloody plans on leaving, or where we're going so don't even ask guys.
Buffy's coming back! Not for a week but still! I haven't really sat down and talked to her, god since leaving for Africa. I just hope she'll have more things to talk about than Costa.
Her boyfriend is such a greasy git. I know she won't see this, Wills hasn't been able to convince her to get a lj yet, but there's just something about him I don't like. Oh well, worry about that another day, today I'll worry that Spike's gonna take me to Cardiff, or wherever, he still won't tell. |
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| Memo to self: |
[Nov. 1st, 2004|10:33 pm] |
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| | Please gods, let there be quiet!! | ] |
Fragile human boys can not drink one hundred and forty-something vampires under the table.
I'm not sure if I'm dead or I just wish I was. I think I have a dirty sock instead of a tongue. Ack. Good think I used to bartend, I'm sure I can fix up a hangover remedy. Problem is those tend to be gross.
Think I'll just go back to bed. Oh, I didn't find anything out from spike_t_bloody either.
Smug bastard. |
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[Oct. 31st, 2004|02:17 pm] |
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Well today we're following the Spike tradition of pub cralwing and getting pissed for Halloween.
Of course knowing spike_t_bloody we'll end up in a bar fight. Which isn't necessarily a bad thing, we just may have to go to the other side of town to find a pub he hasn't destroyed. He's got something up his sleeve for later this week but won't say. Bastard. Whatever it is it must be good because he gets this look like a kid waiting for Christmas. It's kinda cute.
Hmmm, maybe if he gets drunk enough I can find out. |
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| I am Batman!! |
[Oct. 28th, 2004|04:42 pm] |
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batman: the terror of the night, sexy, secretive
and has issues with trust and letting people
inside. no wonder all the women are falling
over him, they want to be the one to offer the
emotional support he needs.
Which Justice League (comic) Character are you?
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Gods, that's funny. Maybe I'll call up Angel and ask for brooding lessons. He should start a school for that or something.
The things you do when you're bored. |
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| Crap. |
[Oct. 27th, 2004|09:47 pm] |
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Well spike_t_bloody is still slightly pissed at me. In a way I don't blame him, I have been kinda on edge since Nema died, maybe even before. Him spilling the vampiric beans sure as hell didn't help.
I just don't want people thinking we're nuts, 'cause we're not. Vampires are real, monsters are real, witches are real. How does that line go? "There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, than are dreamed of in your philosophies."
Something like that. Think I'll look it up in Spike's books and have it printed on some business cards for us, makes a good motto.
I'm just so freaking bored. Spike's visiting Dawn, Giles is busy, Willow is off with the coven doing some sort of witchy thing, a lunar eclipse or something, I don't know. I swear to god I'm about to call up Illyria and see if her Royal Blueness wants to go out and smash some of the lower-life forms and half breeds.
I must be desperate.
No, I don't really mind her, it's just her attitude reminds me too much of the preppies in high school. Everyone is below her. Only this time there's a better reason than her Daddy having a better job than mine, this time she is a god. Okay one without half her power, but still I kinda feel sorry for her. I guess it helps that I didn't know Fred that well and Spike doesn't talk about her much, I kinda only know her current incarnation.
Still she's not the best at conversation. I must really be lonely. I really need to get back to work, my cold is gone and my shoulder is as healed up as it's going to get. Sitting on my ass is driving me nuts, I need to go and just do something. I'll talk to Giles tomorrow morning, he's not as much of a night owl as I am.
Oh, when Spike comes back I need to tell him The Clash has a 2 disk CD/DVD thingie with a remix or something. It's punk, I have no clue, I just know that's one of Spike's favorite bands. He'd like that. |
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| Weirdness. |
[Oct. 23rd, 2004|02:17 pm] |
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It's really weird who's helped me the most these past few days since Nema died. First of all Spike...been there for me a lot. Not much more I can say without loosing my manly status.
Then I got some great words of wisdom from the resident Borg Queen. I was visiting Giles up at his office and she's always lurking around. Anyhow Illyria reminded me that Nema's purpose was to die in battle. Of course she put it in her own unique...way.
Blunt, isn't even the beginning.
Still it was better than the empty platitudes some others were trying. I just find it weird that it's Spike and Illyria that are the most comforting, in their own ways of course. Can't see Blue, as Spike calls her, watching Monty Python and getting pissed with me.
I guess it's because they've been around longer they're used to people dieing young.
If you knew the full story, you's find it weird too. |
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| Damn, Damn, Damn. |
[Oct. 20th, 2004|04:04 pm] |
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| | The clock, that's all. | ] |
Damn.
Oba just called. One of my girls is dead.
Oba was upset, and I don't blame her. She feels guilty, she's the oldest of the five fighters I left with Gunn in L.A. She was in charge, she feels responsible.
Fuck. So do I.
I mean I knew Nema, knew she was excitable, and enthusiastic and always willing to help, never wanting to back down. Hell, she kind of reminded me of myself when I was young. That seems so long ago. I'm getting so fucking old. I should have kept her with me, brought her back to England instead of letting Angel finish her training with the other girls.
Oba didn't say what happened, and I didn't ask. I don't know if I just don't want to know or I didn't want to make her upset. On the bright side it sounded like Gunn was comforting her. Oba's had been fighting alone for a long time before being pressed into her calling, I'm glad she's able to let herself lean on him. And if anyone can get through the armor of that warrior's heart it will be Gunn.
Nema.
Nema was so excited to go to America. She been tagging along with me finding other girls, loving seeing other parts of Africa and the Middle East. She reminded me of Dawn, only a bit more naive, even after she found out about the monsters under the bed.
When I left her in L.A. with her surrogate sisters and Gunn's gang she was sad to see me go, but damn she was so happy to be where she could be herself. Didn't have to worry about not looking a man in the face, didn't have to wear the long traditional clothes. The last time I saw her she was dressed in shorts and a pink top that said "Princess". It suited her, she was one of my Princesses.
I'm just glad that she was happy. I just hate that it was only for five months. Little girls like her should be able to live forever.
Fuck. Spike's gone on patrol and I'm sitting here going crazy alone. I'm gonna go find him, or maybe just find some minions to beat the crap out of. I need to hit something, might as well do some good to mankind while I'm at it.
Goodbye Nema, I'm proud to have known you. |
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| Ugh, Sick. |
[Oct. 18th, 2004|11:35 pm] |
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| | DVD of Doctor Who | ] |
Well I'm trying to get sick. Hey, 23 years of living in a warm climate and see how well you do when it gets all soggy and cold and nasty outside. Add to that I keep Spike's hours pretty much, it's not like the five minutes of afternoon sun we may or may not get will dry me out.
Spike's being really good about it though. Actually cooked lasagna for dinner. Okay it had more basil that I'm used to but that made up for the lack of garlic. Something about feeding a fever. Huh. Add to that he's forbidden me to go on patrol with him tonight, I can tell he's worried.
I hate to break it to him that this happens to most human type people. In a way I hope I am good and sick so I can do it and get it over with rather than lay around all winter halfway sick. Although I probably wouldn't mind too bad if Spike keeps me stocked up on ginger ale and piles me up on the sofa with the heating blanket and Doctor Who DVD's.
I just hate that he's out there patrolling alone. I mean, he's all fast and got the strength thing going for him, I still worry.
So if he gets his ass kicked without me, after he gets better I'll kick it again. |
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| Make-Over Madness |
[Oct. 17th, 2004|01:21 pm] |
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Okay if I haven't mentioned before my friends...are weird.
See the other night Fangboy here bugged me till I agreed to go shopping for a new clothes. I had to agree, I just made him sweat it out. See most of my clothes are for a warmer climate. Spent time in Africa, Saudi Arabia, even India and before that California born and bred.
So October in England? I'm freezing my arse off.
Surprisingly enough I let Spike talk me into leather pants. Me, Xander Harris, wearing leather. The mind boggles. I only gave in cause he promised to take me to see The Prisoner of Azkaban at the cinema. Of course I had to promise to buy the snacks the cheap bastard.
Still I got some nice things, sweaters, sweatshirts and turtle necks with thick wool socks. I've found that since leaving Sunnydale I try to buy clothes that blend in, I already stick out in a crowd thanks to my eye.
Oh, Spike just reminded me that I hadn't mentioned that here yet. See I lost an eye. This crazy preacher, Jim Jones wannabe thought I was too perceptive and decided to do something about it. He was going for the other one when Spike pulled him off of me. Saved my life as well as my remaining sight.
See that's what's kind of bugging me today. Willow, my other best friend, she saw me in one of my new outfits. She loved the new look but started in on how I should get a replacement eye, or something instead of wearing an eye patch. How I would look so much more handsome with both eyes.
I really, really don't want that. I can just see myself with a glass eye, getting into a fight and it breaking. Worse yet it popping out in a fight and I have to crawl around looking for the damn thing while it rolls away.
And her favorite option? I so do not wanna go there. I have enough problems without having a magickal eye or being turned into a newt.
I just wish the people who knew me from before would stop wincing, or shying away from it. Spike's the only one that gets it. Hell he's the only one to make pirate jokes with me while everyone else gets pissed at us.
Umm, the mad kind of pissed, not the drunk kind.
I just wish that people would stop trying to change me back into something I'm not. Willow gets all...teary and sniffly when I won't let her do anything and it breaks my heart but I've accepted myself this way. Why can't she?
At least I had fun shopping with Spike. That's makes up for it. And the movie was too cool! I don't know if Spike liked it, he was awfully quiet, I'll have to ask. |
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[Oct. 15th, 2004|10:30 am] |
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Great, I'm blue and only have three fingers. Oh well, teleporting would be cool!
YOU ARE: Nightcrawler. The team player. You look
out for your friends, and they do the same for
you.
Which Marvel Superhero r u?
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| Crappy night last night. |
[Oct. 14th, 2004|10:54 am] |
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Okay, sometimes, I really hate people. Human type people.
See me and spike_t_bloody do this...neighborhood watch thing sort of. I like to help people and he likes to beat the crap out of things so it works for us. Not that I don't do my fair share of beating up the bad guys, he's just faster than I am.
Anyway so this woman was being attacked by three...muggers. Really nasty muggers. Spike does his thing and goes to beat them into dust and I try to do my consoling the victim thing and make sure she's alright.
The idiot hit me! First with her elbow and then with her purse! It fucking hurt! I think she must have had bricks in there or something. At least she ran off, I don't think I could stand having my ass kicked by yet another female.
I guess I'm still not used to being a scary guy yet. Spike is the scary guy, not me, I'm the goofy guy.
Shit. I think I just need to find some aspirin and go back to bed. No wonder I keep Spike's hours, it's too early to be thinking like this. |
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| Oh god! |
[Oct. 12th, 2004|01:12 pm] |
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| |  embarrassed | ] |
I will never look at my penis or at Star Trek the same way again.
Your Penis Name is: Captain Kirk
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| Hi! |
[Oct. 11th, 2004|10:00 pm] |
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| |  cheerful | ] |
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| | Sex Pistols~~ (god what was I doing giving Spike that?) | ] |
Guess I should say something here. I'm Xander. I used to live in this little town in Southern California until it kind of got...destroyed by an earthquake.
Then I kind of drifted a while and now I live in Willesden with my flat mate Spike. He's from here and has been showing me the ropes. Bastard got me lost trying to ride the freaking Tube, said it would do me good. It did, but I'm not gonna tell him that.
I've got other friends in England too, in fact it was my other best friend Willow that pushed me to start learning the computer, said I'd been putting it off too long. Giles is sorta a father figure/mentor and is now my boss. Well when I'm working. I've been taking some time off, almost got my head bit off back in May and Spike insisted I needed time off.
Don't tell him I said so but for a guy that acts all big and bad...he's a bit of a mother hen. Which is nice, don't get me wrong, it's just weird when a guy that looks like Billy Idol brings you tea.
Huh. Willow was right this is sorta fun. Guess that's it for now. Maybe I'll write more later. |
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