bright light city

Well, hello Vegas. My my my.

There's this part of my brain, waaaay in the back, that's telling me that kidnapping generally isn't a good thing and I should probably be exhibiting hulk-like rage at my current situation...

But then the rest of my brain sees Vegas and this handy credit card, and tells that other part to cram it.

That other part finally listened when it saw my extremely attractive new roommate. Hey there, Vanessa.

But still...this is pretty weird. Even by my extremely skewed Sunnydalian perspective. In fact, this whole sitch positively reeks of Summers and the weird crap that is always happening to her. Come on, Dawnie. Are you in on this? Olly olly oxen free.

I'm dreaming. I've got to be dreaming.

Tattoos? Vaguely threatening corporations with names that start with Z. A James Bond looking credit card.

Maybe I feel too materialistic? I view myself as a sell out? Because I gave into the alien thing so easily? I wonder what Freud would've said about barcode tattoos. I wonder why I feel inclined to use the internet as a dream diary. Don't they say you can't read in dreams? That's weird.

( filtered to Will )

The enrollment period for the second semester at the high school just opened up. If anyone wants to enroll, which I encourage, I can help you with the paperwork.

What, the White Room wasn't available?