The morning after

Wow. So apparently people liked my ramblings. It's nice to hear, though I keep feeling like I need to assure people that any resemblance between that and eloquance was purely coincidental. Sometimes I just type here ;)

I also wonder if it's perhaps going to be a culture shock for some people to read that, and then see "pervy vampire puppet fancier" in my LJ interests. I am what you might call a woman of varied tastes. This might also be why PFLAG has yet to call on me as a spokesperson.

The morning dawns with me having a headache, which actually would work well as method writing for a certain character who has a hangover in a certain story that's mostly about the gay porn and not at all about the betterment of society, but I find my brain is still stuck in the world of people hating me who don't even know me, so it's harder to switch gears for the carefree (well mostly. save the angst) land of hot naked boys who sometimes wear business suits. And meeting porn. Let us not forget the meeting porn. Nor the muffins. Except the blueberry ones because I could take or leave those. Bit of a chocolate chip gal myself.

So the brain is numb, the heart's a little weary, and if nothing else hopefully I can take this tiny bit of downtime to prevent culture shock from the previous post and any future ones that start out with "So Wesley was buck naked in a bed with Spike and Angel on each side and wondered, idlly, where precisely his clothes had gotten to but, more to the point, then wondered if he really needed to care. Especially since his own nudity spoke well for the likelihood that one or both of the two vampires might soon follow suit. Or possibly had. He moved a hand out to try to check."

I mean just because my head hurts doesn't mean everyone else's has to.

Also, I need (and let me hasten to add here that this is NOT a spoiler, merely my own personally created sense of dread) someone to reassure me that this isn't the last season of Angel. For some reason my gut keeps telling me that it is. Don't know why, but I need someone to come sit by me and tell me about the rabbits. Lie if you have to, in other words.

Also chocolate. I need chocolate. And eventually lunch.

Well fuck

Stupid gut instinct.

Oh yeah, that isn't good

Official press release from the WB.

What she said

GIP courtesy of _green_. You can get your own in her journal. There's a selection of sayings.