Calgon! Take Me Away!

::spends all morning preparing for deposition::

OMIGOD, I do not know what I am doing, I am only guessing and everyone will find out and then there will be laughing and pointing and shunning!!!!

::spins and flails in cubicle::

Okay. It is possible that I am overly-caffienated right now. I need to go to my happy place.

::searches for happy place::

Okay, so Angel and Wes are... ANNNNGEEEELLLLL!!!

::weeps::

::realizes Angel is far from any happy place known to man and that is kinda the point::

::re-searches for happy place::

Okay - So Darien and Bobby are on an investigation and then Darien goes into the red-eyed stage of quick-silver madness - but only the really painful intial part - he is not yet totally psychotic and they have to finish the mission and Darien is in pain and struggling and Bobby is dying watching Darien in pain and struggling and also knowing that Darien can and will lose it at any second and then he, Bobby, will have to Take Him Down. Meanwhile, back at HQ, Eberts does something entirely Ebertian and I flove.

::realizes show cancelled. Falls from happy place to cancellation dispair::

Okay, so see - Superboy - he is Conner Kent. He has two daddies - Clark and Lex. This is canon.

::feels better::

And Then It was 5:30 and the Princess Went Home and They All Lived Happily Ever After!!

I am so bored and I wanna go home and for once my fList is being all quiet. Also, I learned over in gwyn_r's LJ that there are people who hate the Pretenders. And not only that - there are people out there that hate the Red Hot Chili Peppers. And while I may think that their best creative times are behind them, how can you hate Flea? It is just wrong. I feel it in my bones. Unless he is, like, this raging misogynist and no one told me. But look at him. Even if he was all "I HATE Women! Women are evil!" I'd be all "Oh look at the little chauvinist! Lookit! I'm gonna get your nose. I am, I'm gonna get your nose."

Yep. I have a hard time seeing someone as a threat when I could just sit on them and end their life. Wow. If I was a Superhero, I'd just fly around all day laughing my head off at people.

I wonder if Clark gets too invested in his Superman role, if that happens (and yes I know this is not a new theory or idea and has been explored before. I'm just doing that stream of consciousness journalling thing I do to kill time)? We would end up being mildly amusing and not seen as very threatening to him - kinda like I see Sid-the-Dog-Face-Boy? Which really - well it should be disturbing, but then I think the the reaction I have to being looked at as a dog by another species is rather specist of me (and is that even a word?). I mean - it is okay for me to walk around all "Sit, Sid. Stay, Sid. Good Boy!" just because I have opposable thumbs and can buy the Dog Chow, then why can't Superman be all "Sit, Sisabet! Stay, Sisabet. Good Girl, Sisabet!" to me? He can freaking fly! I suppose that I can also fly - but not without at least 1/2 a valium and a really strong bloody mary. Also, I kinda like the idea of being bossed around by Superman. That'd be kinda...yeah. Not work appropriate thoughts.

I am such a freaking bottom.

In other news, I am wanting to be vidding again and kinda thinking that I am an idiot and I should stay far away from Premiere for like...ever. Maybe this is because I am post vid making and not post vid posting? And this is the second vid I have finished without posting and that is just strange for me. Cause I had this thing to say - and I said it and I am happy with how I said it, but I am not saying it in public so now what do I do?

This might actually be good for me. I may even work my way up to actually posting shit privately, just for the joy of journalling. But I have been so warped by my society that part of me (and I know it is a wrong, sad and deluded part of me) believes that unless other people see it - it did not happen. So until that glorious triumphant day arises, my time wasting spew iz pastde on your flist yay!

That was a lot funnier in my head. I apologize.