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2002-04-24
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Ow, my arm hurts.
My left arm just aches for no reason, a deep-seated tension ache that just goes mad whenever I'm trying to type.
So really really brief entry.
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Season one of Angel on DVD is fucking sweet. There really aren't words for the glory of Faith's "Living Dead Girl" scene on slo-mo.
They have Star Wars: Attack Of The Clones ads on bus shelters in town. One of them has Obi-Wan and Mace Windu with their lightsabers out. This is what we would like to call the "bad-ass motherfuckers" poster. This is the poster I lust over.
I have tickets for opening day for Attack of the Clones. Not the 10am show, but the 8:00pm show. I am a whore. I am such a whore.
"Took up a noble cause, called the clone wars, 'cause life's not all about girls and cars..." -- Fett's Vette
Jen had a fucking great rant called "Liberation Theology and the art of blogging" (or something like that). I grooved on it greatly, and I wish she'd post it somewhere. Probably on Pulp.
I need to write something for Pulp. I suck.
I made a Bring It On slash site. It rocks my socks.
I started a pre-Buffy slayer fanfiction list. It also rocks my socks.
I'm spending tonight at a coworker's house, celebrating his birthday with booze and boardgames. I've got Star Wars trivial pursuit. At which I kick ass. Go me.
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"Right. I can't keep all these ridiculous traditions straight. What if I'm not wearing my dress when I see him? Okay, no sex. Cuddling? Okay. It's just I'm so excited and I want to share it all with my best friend. I get to be with my best friend forever! Yay!"
That would be the point in "Hell's Bells" when I lost it. Being that I'm married. To my best friend. Who I get to be with forever.
I understand what Xander was going through. Jeez, just look at what he came from and where he's at in his life and no wonder he freaked out -- everything was moving too fast and it's too hard when you're 21.
In my dream world, Anya and Xander end up separating, then getting back together when they're a bit older. Well, Xander's a bit older. Anya's still pretty much at where she always is mentally.
In Xander's dream world spawned by evil vengeful demon man, it was exactly the way I saw it after Buffy's death. Oh god, the impotent rage, the inability to mention her name...I swooned.
I still have hope for Xander and Anya. I have to because they're us.
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