Bleh.

[deep_red_bells]

All I've accomplished today is to sit around in my pajamas and eat microwave s'mores and corn chips and watch Gilmore Girls on SoapNet, and then Titanic on TNT.

IDK what the hell's wrong with me.

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[thedarkest-side.livejournal.com]

Shit happens. Wanna go kill something?

[deep-red-bells.livejournal.com]

Not sure that's the solution.

[thedarkest-side.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I've noticed that with you.

So...what is, then? Or, I mean...what could be?

[deep-red-bells.livejournal.com]

I'm not sure. I feel...kind of in a rut.

[thedarkest-side.livejournal.com]

Oh.

So...is there a way to stop? A rut, I mean.

[deep-red-bells.livejournal.com]

Shake up routine, I guess. It's just...I dunno. I wake up. I train with the girls. We go out. Fight fight kill kill. We come home. I go to sleep. Repeat, repeat, repeat.

[thedarkest-side.livejournal.com]

Then just do something different. Like tonight, tell one of those tight-ass Watchers yer going out to have some fun.

[deep-red-bells.livejournal.com]

I am fairly sure I forgot what 'fun' is. Or what 'fun' that doesn't involve stakes and stabbity is.

[thedarkest-side.livejournal.com]

For the record? Stakes and shit can be a fuck of a good time if ya know what yer doing.

But...fuck it. No stakes and shit. Before you got saddled with this crap, what'd you used to do?

[deep-red-bells.livejournal.com]

I know. I'm just tired of it.

Um...I don't know. Go out. Do stuff.

[thedarkest-side.livejournal.com]

...oh.

Well, what stuff would ya do?

[deep-red-bells.livejournal.com]

Go to the movies. Catch a show. Go for a jog, or go rollerblading. Go to the beach. Hang out with friends at the clubs. Have a few drinks. You know. Stuff.

[thedarkest-side.livejournal.com]

Hmph.

Well, one thing I know how to do is drink, so if you wanna break the rut? Go drinking. I can show you some of the places I go.

[deep-red-bells.livejournal.com]

Eh. I'm not really in the mood to go sulk at a bar alone.

[thedarkest-side.livejournal.com]

So...don't. Go alone, I mean.

[deep-red-bells.livejournal.com]

I don't want to pester anyone. They actually have some semblance of lives.

[thedarkest-side.livejournal.com]

Not all of 'em. I mean...well, I ain't doing anything.

[deep-red-bells.livejournal.com]

I annoy you.

[thedarkest-side.livejournal.com]

Eh, Terry annoys me more. Besides, I'll prolly end up in the same joint anyway. I get bitched at when I drink around the house.

[deep-red-bells.livejournal.com]

Well...I guess if I'm with you, I can make sure you don't get completely smashed.

[thedarkest-side.livejournal.com]

Or you can get smashed right along with me.

Get dressed, I'll meet you in the foyer in 'bout twenty. Uh...'less you need more time?

[deep-red-bells.livejournal.com]

Nah, that's plenty. Doesn't take me THAT long to shower and get dressed.

[thedarkest-side.livejournal.com]

'Kay. I'll be waiting.