All my years of knowing
dissociate have pretty much been a journey to the heart of the earth. (Which is a poetic way of saying, we keep reaching new lows in the department of fangirlism.)
We took it (down) to a whole new level tonight.
I blame this man.
If you told me, two months ago, that I would drool over somebody who practically looks gaunt, sports a beard and even a mustache, I would have laughed at you. (There was a reason I never warmed up to Gary Oldman as Sirius black!)
I would have laughed at you. And now, you would be laughing at me.