making myself bawl.

[riversighs]

i was just commenting to thenesis that i take the worlds of joss whedon perhaps a bit too much to heart.  and now i've depressed myself by thinking about when oz left town.  "oz, don't you love me?"  "my whole life, i've never loved anything else."  those words are burned into my soul.  laugh at me, i probably deserve it.  but ow.  that and "please, wesley, why can't i stay?"  and "mom? whaddaya doing? mom?  mom?  mommy?"  or "he ain't coming" or  "she's tore up plenty, but she'll fly true."  jesus.  have to go now.

i have to call in joss to work.