Giles ,'Selfless'
[NAFDA] "There will be an occasional happy, so that it might be crushed under the boot of the writer." From Zorro to Angel (including Wonderfalls and The Inside), this is where Buffistas come to anoint themselves in the bloodbath.
On the Tim-centric side, I was rather pleased when a friend and I were talking about Kitchen Confidential and I told her she needed to keep watching it, given Fox's itchy trigger finger.
Completely on her own, she said, "Like Wonderfalls? We had just gotten into it when they pulled that. We're still bitter."
I had no idea she and her husband would go for a show like that. And I cursed the Fox folks again for not only cancelling Wonderfalls, but toying with my emotions again by picking up KC.
I'm kind of worried about KC, actually. I heard the ratings aren't great, and their Monday night promotion very pointedly ignores its very existence. It's like, "Gear up for a night of Arrested Development and Prison Break ! There might be some other show in between them, but we don't care!"
I'm willing to share all for donations of $4.99.Hah! I'm gonna write an scandal-filled exposé when Allyson's book comes out.
Make sure you include my last livejournal entry where I wanted to commit suicide because I was too fat for Jilli's gorgeous jacket. Because reading it now, I want to kill myself for being a jackass.
ETA: It may have been more navel-gazing crap than the entire book, Prozac Diaries.
That's not scandalous. That's relateable. You're no help at all.
I don't get why people would be nervous to talk to Tim. He's just a dude sitting in his jammies, smoking and surfing the 'net.
Which is EXACTLY what I plan to do with my evening.It's not like I've met you either. When I thought I was going to, I felt some apprehensive energy too. I fear new people. However, I suspect you hate people just as much so I now am going to be shocked beyond words if I ever do meet you.
Anyway, I am in the white cotton jammies, I feel much more confident in the fairy princess jammies. Artistically, they are lovely with pink princesses wearing tiaras that can't really fail me in the irony catagory.
To sum up, fairy princess jammies are like comfy cotton courage.
And never do they strike one as idiots. Ever.I now don't believe you have ever met us. Ever.
Ah, but you've never talked to me on the phone, a method of communications that I believe should be reserved for 911 calls and reports of impending family funerals.
I'd also like to add "special people" to that list -- about two or three persons in total and I really don't know Tim enough to include him. Hell, my parents are not even among these people.
I found talking on thew phone easier than live and in person:
I could be in my pjs also.
I could me making horrible faces of shock and disbelief without being seen.
I could be covering my eyes and shaking my head without being seen.
I could jump about.
Squealing immediatly afterward is also possible in a non-embarrassing way.
I hate the phone which is why I almost never answer it. Though a coworker called me and we talked for way too long. It was almost like being 12 again.
I hate the phone because I can speak on it forever. Parents once a week. Best friend twice a week.
And worse yet, I'm starting to actually answer the cell phone. Too connected.