confession time
Uhm. It's cold. That is all.
//firewalled against anyone I have ever met in person. EVER
So, okay. I've been spending an inordinate amount of time with Harmony. And there are legitimate explanations, really. There hasn't been much time for Scoobie bonding, I mean, Buffy and Spike are...well, Buffy and Spike. Willow and Kennedy are always doing fun lesbian activities that they don't really want me to film for some reason. Even Dawnie is busy with something resembling a normal non-Hellmouthian social life. And its the holidays. And I'm lonely. And Harm isn't all that bad, really. Just ditzy. And she doesn't kill people. I think.
But she's soulless. I shouldn't be hanging out and shoppping and drinking and singing along to Britney Spears tunes with a soulless, evil, demony vampire. It's just wrong. I mean, think of the wrongest wrong that ever wronged, and multiply it by, oh say, a couple infities. And thus, we have my thing with Harmony.
I'm having, like, self-hatred issues. I mean really. And now, I'm talking like her. Dear lord.
MAYBE, it's hellmouthy related. Crisis averted! I wish.
//end firewall
//firewalled against anyone I have ever met in person. EVER
So, okay. I've been spending an inordinate amount of time with Harmony. And there are legitimate explanations, really. There hasn't been much time for Scoobie bonding, I mean, Buffy and Spike are...well, Buffy and Spike. Willow and Kennedy are always doing fun lesbian activities that they don't really want me to film for some reason. Even Dawnie is busy with something resembling a normal non-Hellmouthian social life. And its the holidays. And I'm lonely. And Harm isn't all that bad, really. Just ditzy. And she doesn't kill people. I think.
But she's soulless. I shouldn't be hanging out and shoppping and drinking and singing along to Britney Spears tunes with a soulless, evil, demony vampire. It's just wrong. I mean, think of the wrongest wrong that ever wronged, and multiply it by, oh say, a couple infities. And thus, we have my thing with Harmony.
I'm having, like, self-hatred issues. I mean really. And now, I'm talking like her. Dear lord.
MAYBE, it's hellmouthy related. Crisis averted! I wish.
//end firewall