Queenkv’s Brainpickings

something to put a smile on my face.

FAITH

Come on, you gotta have a little faith.

WOOD

(sardonic)

Think I’ve had my share, thanks.

FAITH

Well I trundled right into that, didn’t I. Look, I’m sorry

if it seemed like I was blowing you off the other day. I

was just trying to, you know… blow you off.

They start covering the vent by the stairs with stuff.

WOOD

I figured that out all by myself.

FAITH

It’s nothing personal, it’s just… after I get bouncy with

a guy, there’s not a whole lot more I need to know about

him.

WOOD

That’s bleak.

FAITH

Way of the world.

WOOD

Good to know. For a second there, I was mistaking it for

more defensive, isolationist Slayer crap.

FAITH

And he comes out swingin’…

WOOD

There is a whole world you don’t even know about, and a lot

of the men in it are pretty decent guys. They’d surprise

you.

FAITH

Guy looks at me, let’s just say his priorities shift.

WOOD

‘Cause you’re so hot ?

FAITH

Is what it is, yo.

WOOD

Please. I’m much prettier than you.

Faith starts in open-mouthed, victorian shock — she actually puts a

hand to her breast.

WOOD (CONT’D)

And for the record, our little encounter didn’t exactly

change my world.

FAITH

You’re tripping ! That was rock ‘em sock ‘em !

WOOD

Oh, it was nice enough… you’re very… enthused… with a

little more experience I think you’ll really…

FAITH

Dude, I got mad skills !

WOOD

No, of course.

(re : work)

Let’s finish up.

FAITH

Hell with that. We’re going again. You’re gonna learn a

little respect here, pal.

She starts pulling off her shirt, Wood stopping her with :

WOOD

Faith. Make me a deal. We live through this, you give me

the chance to surprise you.

FAITH

(suspicious)

Well, what would be the surprise ?

WOOD

You do know the meaning of the word, right ?

FAITH

Fine. Deal.

WOOD

Good enough.

They start moving heavy ###### again.

FAITH

No way are you prettier than me.

WOOD

Little bit.

lack of caffeine - not good for a gal who’s use to brewing up 16 oz. of loose leaf tea in the morning….with sugar or cream…..

but i thought i had enough energy to move around and work….nah…..not enough….

also feeling a bit abandoned…..it sucks when somebody tries to let go of your hand, when you’re walking together…..i remember having to do that with Damian, back when we worked at Disneyland together.

we were both cast members and we were kinda seeing each other….Disneyland considered any area were the customers roamed, to be “on stage” - and cast members were suppose to be un-attached……i remember several cast members would signal to Damian and me to un-hand each other, as we approahed the stage doors….it was funny, but also kinda sad. sure, cast members could flirt with each other on stage - it was just friendly talk…..

but no holding hands. you could get into serious trouble for it all.

i didn’t think i worked at Disneyland anymore.

i guess it doesn’t matter.

well - before i get any more depressing….here’s something funny:

Super Karate Monkey posted this bit about a Trogdor reference in the very last episode of Buffy the Vampire Slayer…..

It figures Trogdor would make it as a character in a D & D game….

now on to a sad revelation….

it really doesn’t matter, does it? no matter what i do - i’m stuck with the trauma….and he’s out there. it doesn’t matter how normal i act, because there’s always one more rug for someone to pull, to bring me down, to pull my world apart. there’s nothing i can say, to make people understand how fucked up i am - and when it comes down to it….i don’t think many people would listen….unless i pay them, like my therapist - or they’ve been my friends before i graduated from college. those people….three…..three people in the world can actually listen and be non-judgemental of me, when i fall apart.