Feb 03, 2006 06:49
It's six-thirty am. (Do you know where YOUR hawt leather-clad love slave is?) An entirely wrong hour for anyone semi-sane to be awake. But no, this time I was not up all night. I went to bed about three hours ago, and woke up out of sheer nervous excitement.
Is it wrong that I'm this psyched about a job interview at a bookstore? =D
Although, to be fair, that's not the only reason I'm excited. I do this; when really, really l33t things happen, instead of jumping around and screaming for hours (which there is certainly a bit of at first), I tend to sort of stew about it, and wake up in the middle of the night shaking and going "OMG! OMG! OMG! [X] really ::did:: happen and is not just a dream. OMG!" So I am sure there is still adrenaline in my veins from yesterday, when I received a package in the mail.
And discovered that he bought me Deep Space Nine: Season One for Valentine's Day.
OMGWTFBBQMSTPPCLOLTLA.
O____________________________O
This fellow (who I really am not going to go on about forever, as he's probably reading this) has just discovered the key to my heart or something. Seriously. Forget flowers and diamond necklaces and professions of undying love. This is the most romantic thing ever to happen in the history of the universe.
...And that is all, as I am speechless in a good way for the first time in ages. Excuse me while I go and wallow in the sheer wonderfulness that is 'Emissary'.
::wallow::
...And no, Rosie does not mean to give the impression that she can be bought by Trek DVDs. Oh no. Never. You see, he was already a painfully l33t bloke before the present arrived, and...really! >_>
whoa,
omg,
fandom