Do you like daisies? I plant them, but they die. Whatever I put into the ground withers and dies...

When there's nothing left to burn, you have to set yourself on fire.

Ah... Konichiwa, everyone! ...If people are reading this. Sorry if you are. You don't have to. But if you are, can you post a comment? Or e-mail me? Or something? It's so lonely, here...

But, I suppose, if it's lonely, that means I can talk to myself. I like talking to myself. You feel like you have company. Talking to inanimate objects, too. I talk to inanimate objects. I'm sure they appreciate the company, not being to move and all.

Poor things.

I need to read something else. My book is going nowhere. And, as much as I love Patricia C. Wrede, Caroline Stevemere, Kate, Thomas, Cecy, and James, it's boring. BORING.

I suppose I should give a summary or something of what the heck I'm talking about. Sorry. This is why I pity the poor person who reads this. Aka, you. And, my posts take a long time. I mean, there's a long gap. You must miss me.

Sorry.

My friend is calling me Buffy now, because another friend found a site which has Buffy the Vampire Slayer online for free. It's brilliant. Spike! Oh, and, btw, is Drusilla... not right in the head? I mean, the title of this post is a quote from her, to the Anointed One, before Spike... takes care of him. To put it delicately.

I found another cool site today, too. Wattpad. Like Figment, or Fiction Press, but easier to deal with. I like it.

I'm thinking about changing my background for my blog. Adjusting it.

By the way, I installed a Google Gadget with a daily Harry Potter (and the Chamber of Secrets) quote. I like it.

I'm gonna go read.

Goodnight moon.

I'm going to watch Buffy.

Book: Dunno, right now.
Music: Buffy theme song!
Mood: Tired...