The millenium came.

See? Gus is right, again!

Except that millennium is spelled with two n's, Gus.

Ok, it is all about boys and nookie up in this thread.

Time for Gus to go have his own life. Lysana, I applaud your spiritual awakening. A lorica- tatooed Son of Dana salutes you.

The rest of you boy-chasing Buffistas: ... t smoochies on you all.

and a really HUGE phhbbt! for SeanK

Ok, it is all about boys and nookie up in this thread.

Am I the only one who really doesn't have a problem with this?

Am I the only one who really doesn't have a problem with this?

Nope.

Chasing I may be doing, catching nsm. My clearance rate sucks. What? A holiday thread without packages? Sacrilege.

Kat, Lee had it right. James Marsters is my favorite actor, so except for one pic of Sean Bean, all my wallpapers are of him.

Now that it's over, as much thought about 2004 as I'm probably going to have.

I think, when I look back on my life, 2004 will be a year that I come back to over and over again, with milestones for me in every area.

I have spent this year strattled on the edge of adult-hood, graduating in May, living on my own for the first time in August, moving to a city where all my friends were decidedly adults (as opposed to college "kids"), and starting out on what I though would be my career path.

Turns out not so much, and I spent the last month or so back at home, unemployed, and falling back into less adult roles in a lot of ways. But I think I may finally be onto something that will work for me (Any God that's willing help me if not).

Good or bad? (On a personal level) Some of both. I have more friends and better friends now than I did a year ago, but I have left most of them at some point in my relocations this year (I am so frelling sick of moving). But I will see most or all of them this year, and keep far more in touch with them than I have all but maybe 3 friends up to now, so it's not like anyone's drifting into ether. I got to hold my friends' new baby, I went to the first dance where I actually had fun, I graduated from college, got my picture taken with Elmo, petted penguins, and got to buy a big-ass stuffed panda. So, yeah, a lot of good in there.

Back on my birthday, I though about having a cookie dough party now-ish, as, at about this month, I am as old as Buffy was at the end of the series. I disagree with her metaphor, but I think I get it. I did a lot of things this year that I thought I'd never ever do (and, look! Still alive and enjoyed most of it), and decided some things that I never really thought I'd believe (Scares the living crap out of me, but better to think what I really think rather than what I think I should think. [parse that!]). I am, in a lot of ways, more comfortable with who I am than I was a year ago, and that I am deciding things for myself. But, at the same time, I lack a sense that everything I am comes together into a meaningful whole, which it seems like most of the people I know have.

My hope for 2005 is that, as I go back to school (which I had really hoped to avoid), I'll start to get more of a sense of that. I'd like to finish at least one of the big stories I'm working on. And, if it isn't too much to ask of the Universe, I'd like a proper boyfriend, because several years of complicated and problematic-to-define relationships is really quite enough, thanks. I'm looking forward to seeing people (and having people to see) all over the place, a trip to New Orleans this May, a probable trip to England this summer, and Next Year in Vegas!. There's a lot of holding pattern on the horizon, but a lot of happening, too. I'm very ready to see what's next.

Gus, we're not cracking off from an earthquake and sailing out to sea.

We're seceding.

It's a different vibe, even with the earthquakes.

I can't be retrospective about 2004. That's kind of scary. I don't think I believe it's going to be any difference between 2004 and 2005. There's a crowd of post-grad partyers out in the rain right now, across the street. I know a few of them; they're all out of work, running out of options, not too sure where the next rent cheque is coming from, but by golly they're out there keeping the rest of the neighbourhood awake with raucous shrieks and hoots. It's a tradition, or something.

There's an edge of desperation in the noise. It's spooking me.

I think I just officially turned old. No magic out there anymore.

I dunno as 2004 sticks out in my mind, even only 35 minutes after it ended. I started the year with the Project from Hell and a 3-week trip to Hawaii, which should have been more fun than it was.

But along the way I met some nice and talented new friends on the interbunny, did a lot of writing (some of it even original non-derivative), got a raise, said farewell to a good work mentor/friend, attended two of the best weddings ever, one of which was Buffistas marrying each other. My family is well and employed and growing, I'm healthy and planning to go overseas in 3 weeks.

2005 looks like it could be a good year if I keep my focus and get productive.

Happy New Year to all, and to all a good night.

t hugs the Buffistas, every one