timepiececlock (
timepiececlock) wrote2003-05-21 01:51 am
written 10:41pm
My mom-unit was a cool partner for Buffy-watch tonight. And I’m going to re-watch episodes 21 and 22 tomorrow with Dad-unit, as he missed it.
Oh, and 24 ended. Rather predictably, I’m afraid.
I think a mini-crush on Tony Almeda character is due to start soon. I hope he’s around next year. He looks three times as good when he actually smiles. And Michelle—I might crush on her too. Or I'll crush on the idea of them together. Especially since Jack’s probably going to be gone and I won’t have the sexy Keifer to stare at.
Crush... like crush on Spike... SPIKE!
Arggh! WhaaaahhahaaaahhAAAAAAAAA!!!
BUFFY!
SPIKE!
ANYAAAAAA!!!
WILLOW!
ANDREW!
XANDER!
FAITH!
BUFFY!
SPIKE!
Geeeeeeeyaaaaaaahhheerrrrggggackkk. Errgggle.
Haazzzaaahhh whuzzzzaaah…fudgecrap.
Want read fanfic.
Any kind.
Can’t now.
Head too full.
Too much, too much.
I think I’ll do laundry.
Oh, and 24 ended. Rather predictably, I’m afraid.
I think a mini-crush on Tony Almeda character is due to start soon. I hope he’s around next year. He looks three times as good when he actually smiles. And Michelle—I might crush on her too. Or I'll crush on the idea of them together. Especially since Jack’s probably going to be gone and I won’t have the sexy Keifer to stare at.
Crush... like crush on Spike... SPIKE!
Arggh! WhaaaahhahaaaahhAAAAAAAAA!!!
BUFFY!
SPIKE!
ANYAAAAAA!!!
WILLOW!
ANDREW!
XANDER!
FAITH!
BUFFY!
SPIKE!
Geeeeeeeyaaaaaaahhheerrrrggggackkk. Errgggle.
Haazzzaaahhh whuzzzzaaah…fudgecrap.
Want read fanfic.
Any kind.
Can’t now.
Head too full.
Too much, too much.
I think I’ll do laundry.
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That's true. I love him, though! I don't want him to go! In England we're hopelessly behind you anyway, he should be in it over here for a good while yet.
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Haazzzaaahhh whuzzzzaaah…fudgecrap.
I couldn't have put it better myself. My emotions have reached up and strangled that part of my brain responsible for rational and coherent thought.
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Those were literally the sounds my brain was making. No coherent reaction. Just... unintelligable babbling.