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It's my birthday!

Will the kitchen staff make a cake if I ask them nicely? It's short notice, I know, but they can probably come up with something by dinnertime, right?

I'm gonna be straight with you all, I think this net thing is a waste of time and energy. Can't say I can see myself really using this thing in the future.

But, as lovely as it has been to stalk everyone and read posts without really commenting, I thought maybe I'd come on to attempt to be all friendly and whatnot. So here it goes.

I'm Faith Lehane. I don't live in that fancy-shmancy castle like most of you. For some fucking reason the gods of make believe decided to throw my ass in the alley behind a dumpster. Such a nice welcome. And everyone wonders why I'm the rogue one?

If you need anything, hesitate to call. Unless of course you're calling 'cause your paying for the next round. Otherwise I'm considering this an all expense not paid vacation from the slaying gig. Of course I'm never against killing vamps and other creatures. So if you really need it, fine. Otherwise I'm not the girl you call when your idiot cat gets stuck in a tree.

Always a pleasure, folks.
-Faith

I have an iPod again.

S.H.I.E.L.D. can't have this one, nor any of the iPod accessories.

That is all!

Because someone has an irrational fear of being eaten by a spider the dog won.

What should I name ( Him? )

Spike, Terror, Boba, Duke, Killer, Bro, Skull are all options. But I'm open to suggestion.