scraping it against his skin...
3. count them, 3 crazy dreams.
the one i remember the most. i was sitting in a booth at a restaurant with my parents, which is crazy itself since i haven't seen my dad since the age of 2. anywho, i get up and so does my friend and this crazy guy sitting across and up from us grabs me and holds a knife to me. lots of yelling and then nathan fillion* (squee!) walks in and walks slowly in my view and we have instant connection! our eyes meet, but neither one of us say a word. the killer, who i think was in love with me, starts stabbing me like over 20 times and no one can do anything about it. right before i die i look over at nathan, make eye contact, and mouth 'i love you.'
the first thing i thought was, 'this sounds like such a horrible fanfic!!!'
* i have been catching reruns of 2 guys and a girl and have been trying to watch the ones with nathan. pair this with my non-stop watching of my firefly dvd's and there you have my nathan inspiration.
the one i remember the most. i was sitting in a booth at a restaurant with my parents, which is crazy itself since i haven't seen my dad since the age of 2. anywho, i get up and so does my friend and this crazy guy sitting across and up from us grabs me and holds a knife to me. lots of yelling and then nathan fillion* (squee!) walks in and walks slowly in my view and we have instant connection! our eyes meet, but neither one of us say a word. the killer, who i think was in love with me, starts stabbing me like over 20 times and no one can do anything about it. right before i die i look over at nathan, make eye contact, and mouth 'i love you.'
the first thing i thought was, 'this sounds like such a horrible fanfic!!!'
* i have been catching reruns of 2 guys and a girl and have been trying to watch the ones with nathan. pair this with my non-stop watching of my firefly dvd's and there you have my nathan inspiration.