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Title: An Unbearable Lightness of Brain Cells
Author: Troll Princess
Rating: PG-13
Fandom: Buffy/Angel
Pairing: None, I swear. Witch's honor. I don't care what it looks like.
Summary: A chance meeting between Connor and Dawn results in some major life-changing damage.
Archive: Just give me fair warning.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters. Otherwise, I'd be much nicer to them, with the exceptions of Connor and Dawn, who'd be fed to rabid mutant squirrels. (So I won't really be hurting them, unless you count ripping their emotional stability to shreds as pain.)

( Chapter Four: With Great Power Comes Great Responsibility )

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Yay! I don't have to write fic today. I've decided that I'm giving myself a day off and then it's off to work on Chapter Five.

Urgh ... I just realized yesterday that Valentine's Day is this weekend, and now my brain hurts. You want to hear something sad? I've never had the occasion to celebrate Valentine's Day. Not once. Never gotten flowers, I think I may have gotten candy once but it goes to show how memorable that must have been, and special little Valentine's dates? Yeah, right. (Did I mention I didn't go to my senior prom? Yeah. Mmm-hmm.) I can't decide whether I'm going to go the "I choose me!" route this weekend and take myself out on a goddamn date, or if I'm going to get it through my thick skull that the "I choose me!" routine is antithetical to everything I stand for and just have myself a "Terminator" marathon to watch shit blow up.

And why am I willingly watching "Practical Magic"? Did I do something wrong I don't remember doing?

EDIT: Michael McKean is going to be the new Edna Turnblad in "Hairspray" on Broadway?! Aw, maaaan. I want to go see. *whines*

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Today on the radio, the DJ said that it was a good thing that lawsuit against Janet Jackson was dropped or she might have lost her shirt.

I laughed so hard, I think I pulled something.

Drinking, drinking, drinking ...

I think I need to become an alcoholic so I can drink Smirnoff all the time and I won't have to keep telling people I just like the taste. It's just like drinking Sprite, except when I drink three bottles of Sprite, I bounce off the walls, whereas when I drink Smirnoff, only my head does that.

( So I didn't see Angel tonight, but that doesn't mean I'm not going to talk about it, and next week's episode for good measure. )

( I didn't see The O.C. either, but Jake got cancelled, so I'm stuck bitching about shows I don't even watch and yet still know all the details of. Le sigh. )