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[apocalypsos]

Watched The O.C. tonight, and seriously don't know whether to smack Seth and hug him for a good long while.

Hmm. Nope, definitely hugging. How come I can't find a guy like that? All I get are creepy drunk guys who hit on me at the bus stop and guys whose idea of closing out a conversation in a suave, charming way is by repeatedly asking, "What's your name again?"

"Oh, God, are they coming in already?" *snerk*

*snuggles Goonies-dealing adorable nerd*

And hey, I might actually get my Jake/Rogue story done this week. Well, either that, or the Spike/Kyle story. For some weird reason, I keep picturing the Spike/Kyle story as quite possibly the worst blind date ever, followed by the strangest morning-after ever. (Not counting that creepy Sharon Stone/AOL symbol commercial. Guys, get a private chat room.) Because as I think we all know, The Pairing List That Ate Fandom can only result in abject embarrassment, rashes in strange places, and diabolical world takeovers with lovable evil-doers you never knew you always wanted.

Okay, okay, I promise to never blatantly misquote Matthew Perry films again.

Or to remember that Matthew Perry has a film career.

Okay, maybe not so much a career as a job standing around and snarking while cameras encircle like hungry sharks and --

You know what? Shutting up now.

P.S. Did I mention I've decided I'm getting a Squirt tattoo as soon as I scrape together the money? No? Well, that's done, then.