Seymour. I’m not even kidding. My mom wanted to, thank God my Dad stopped her.
I was always going to be Rachel and my sister was always going to be Haley. However, if we had been boys…Gary and Gunther. We would have been the nerdiest twins ever…oh wait, we’re still the nerdiest twins ever. But still.
Could have been a Dante or Dana… I don’t mind Dana. One of my older brothers lucked out. His name is Tito.
Hey, well I love you for posting for love of Buffy. Haha, I'm working my way through the whole series right now. On Season 5 right now, absolutely love it/am dorking out. I only saw bits & pieces of the show when it was originally running because I never had the patience to follow a tv show unless I can watch one episode after another. Totally Spike-obsessed. I enjoy Faith too. ;)
Hell yeah! Nerdgasam! I was in middle school when the show came out. Me and my best friends at the time were obsessed. We even claimed ourselves as each character. I was Willow, of course. Two years ago my boyfriend and I watched it all. That winter, you could have taken a picture of us everyday on the couch in a different position and made a really weird flip-book. Spike is my ultimate favorite and Drusilla comes in a close second. But- C’mon. Willow is up there too. Beyond Buffy & Angel- I consider myself a Joss Whedon-a-holic. Firefly, Dollhouse, Dr. Horrible etc.
Disclaimer: No one really wants to read complaints. I get that. I understand. Woe is me. All that bullshit. So- I figure if I’m going to complain, I’ll warn you first. This is probably not the last time I will complain. Because I’m a real person- and we all complain about something. Truth.
Whenever I feel its finally coming together. A complete happy moment. Something chimes in and ruins it. No breaking news here. Finally get a job and have friends decide they will actually take the trip out into the middle of the fucking woods/nowhere to come see me? Awesome- Right? WRONG. I am so fucking sick and on all sorts of day-night-alive- quil that-I feel dead.
All I have to say is. This illness better be gone by Friday, or I’m partying it out of me. Not. Joking.