sisabet

Isn't that the point of a fantasy life, really? I was talking to someone recently about my Angel fantasies--of which there are too damned many to list--and she was all, "but he wouldn't even *look* at me," and I'm all, "but it's my freakin' fantasy! Of course he'd be all over me!" When I thought about it later, though? I have too many fantasies where reality barges in like an unexpected mother-in-law, and I have to go back to start, to remind myself that *it's my freakin' fantasy!*

I'm ranting now. I think I'll go fantasize about Angel threatening me like he did to Connor--Daddy's not done talking. I'll be in my bunk.