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[angelchicken]

Depressing is clicking on the AOL weather forecast icon and seeing gray-cloud thunderstorms (as opposed to white-cloud rain. Or toilet paper if this was fifteen years ago) for the next six days.

The upside is that AOL weather is so often wrong that it will probably be perfect weather for the next week. Here's to hoping. *raises glass, or actually diet coke*

And, you know who is hot? Like, seriously panting, screaming, look at my shy-yet-knowing-look-and-you-will-be-mine, I want to lick you all over and I-have-been-a-bad-girl-will-you-punish-me hot?

Xander.

Seriously. There are some pics of NB out there that make my knees a-tremble. There is a reason he was my first Buffy love. He's got that boy-next-door charm and he's sweet but far from perfect and he is just so hot. And I don't mention it nearly enough, what with the Hot!Suit!Spike and the MmmmmFirth and what all.

Xander? You're a hottie.

NB? You too.

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Mood: Idon'twannagotoworktomorrow

Move to Canada. Tomorrow's a holiday. Woo Hoo, long weekend! Of course, I don't work in the summer, so it's just another day for me, but I hear it makes people who work happy.

[angelchicken.livejournal.com]

Okay. My car is busted up, so I can't drive it, but if I bribed a mechanic with sex and got my car fixed tut suite then hopped in and headed north with all of my worldly goods I should get there just in time to . . .

go to work on Tuesday.

Fuck. You couldn't have told me this yesterday?

And have I mentioned lately how much I love and adore my Firth-con? Because I really, really do. You are a goddess.