Once upon a time, my life was in transition, and this was the only community I had.
It was enough. It was awesome.
In this community, ita was the heart, the mind, and the strong right arm.
She was enough. She was awesome.
My life is different now. I drive past ita's old Birmingham apartment after dropping my kids off at school, on my way to my own school, where I teach theatre. Like I always wanted. Like she told me I could. And as I drive by, I think "I wish ita was still here."
I wish ita was still here.
Ah, that post from JAR is wonderful. As is the ita/Allyson exchange.
My life is different now. I drive past ita's old Birmingham apartment after dropping my kids off at school, on my way to my own school, where I teach theatre. Like I always wanted. Like she told me I could. And as I drive by, I think "I wish ita was still here."
I wish ita was still here.
So good to hear from you, Theresa. There was that brief time when Michiganistas were just the coolest.
Like I always wanted. Like she told me I could. And as I drive by, I think "I wish ita was still here."
Aw, geez. I thought I had stopped crying.
was ita at the dc F2F?
No, sorry LJ. Apart from the LA prom, she never did any of the national F2Fs.
I woke up this morning and just was incredibly sad for the thought of a world without ita. I do not want a world without her. Not at all.
This.
The thought I went to bed with last night was, "we knew something was wrong with her, we knew, we should have known".
Awake in the morning, I'm hoping it wasn't related to her headaches, that it was as fast and unforseen as an anurysm and that it happend suddenly and quickly.
Aw, geez. I thought I had stopped crying.
So did I. Maybe it makes it a little better that we're both wrong together?
From Buffy 6 - March 2001 - ita on fanfic
"I read a particularly lame Spike/Xander slash by mistake and feel violated on many levels. Just needed to share."
"Moral? Don't google for "comfortador". No good comes of it."
"The good stuff is great, but the bad stuff is voluminous and scary."
ita:
You know, if someone could get their poison into Krispy Kreme, they'd be golden.
You'd be snarfing, your co-worker would fall over dead, you'd pause to think "Poor fuck," and grab the remnant of his Boston Creme before he hit the ground.