Oh, you mean the camo and stuff. I thought about it, but on me it’s gonna look all Private Benjamin. Don’t worry, I’ve patrolled in this halter many times.
You know what gets me? This is what gets me. Twenty years I’ve been fighting demons. Maggie Walsh and her nancy ninja boys come in; six months later, demons are pissing themselves with fear. They never even noticed me. What am I? I’m an unemployed librarian with a tendency to get knocked on the head.
Happy Thursdays, Persephoneers. Another work week is almost down and I can hear the faint cries of your rejoicing traveling over the intertubes.
I’d have thought a professional demon chaser like you would’ve figured it out by now. I’m the Slayer. Slay-er. Chosen one? She who hangs out a lot in cemeteries? You’re kidding. In every genera– You know, I really don’t feel like doing the routine. Ask around. Look it up: “Slayer comma The.”
Gosh, is it another month already? I think I lost April in my packing boxes and painting binges.
I resisted the urge to write pet “tails” in the title, so I hope you all appreciate my restraint.
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Can’t even shout/Can’t even cry/The gentlemen are coming by/looking in windows/knocking on doors/They need to take seven/and they might take yours/Can’t call to mom/can’t say a word/You’re gonna die screaming but you won’t be heard.
As I’m writing this, it’s Wednesday evening and I’m watching Law and Order:SVU for the 8millionth time. My mother, who is not as much of a fan as I am, wants to know where the pretty lady’s partner (Stabler) is, and says she doesn’t like any of the new faces much.
Honey, we need to talk about the invitations. Now, do you want to be “William the Bloody” or just “Spike,” because either way, it’s gonna look majorly weird.
“And the thing is, I like my evil like I like my men. Evil. You know, ‘straight up, black hat, tied to the train tracks, soon my electro-ray will destroy Metropolis’ bad. Not all mixed up with guilt and the destruction of an indigenous culture.”
“Books are the ultimate Dumpees: put them down and they’ll wait for you forever; pay attention to them and they always love you back.”
In this life now, you kill or you die. …Or you die and you kill.
OK, she’s wearing the halter top with sensible shoes. That means mostly dancing, light contact, but don’t push your luck. Heavy conversation’s out of the question. If you hurt her, I will beat you to death with a shovel. A vague disclaimer is nobody’s friend. Have fun!
In 1988, I am finishing up 7th grade (spring) and entering 8th grade (fall). I’m a middling student who competes in the science fair, is a baton-twirling majorette in our middle school marching band, and a perpetual chorus member in all the school plays.