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I'm fluttering here, people. I mean, maybe they won't want to give me the amount I want. And maybe I'll get there and they'll hate me or me them. There are all sorts of maybe's. But right at this moment, I almost can't think straight. I am just blown away.

Oh, The Marsters, I love you so . . .

Okay, so my epic love of James Marsters is no secret. I love him. I watch bad movies he's in because he's in them (I own Chance and a VHS copy of, uh, the other one. The Lifetime one. Fuck, it'll come to me . . . )

It is also no secret that he is just a gigantic dork.

This beautifully captures both the utterly devastating hotness of the man and the übergeekiness

Today is clearly the best day ever. And did I mention I had pie?