Sorry guys. This is me today. Trust nothing I wax on philosophically about.
and on a typical day I am pretty twitchy, but watching this (which I have decided is my favorite episode of Buffy) just made me feel like I was going to twitch into oblivion. Everything hurts and haunts and pains and feels and unnerves. Sometimes I can understand how Buffy was too genre to get beyond cult hit, but this episode is just one of the most heart-wrenching accessibly painful things ever.
I cried. Then I cried. Then I cried some more. I paused Netflix got a tissue and drank some water. Then watched again and Anya’s little outburst made me turn into nothing but a watery oblivion.
<3 Tim Gunn.
Names as experiences strike me as really external. To change a name is an affront and calls attention to the dynamic in a way that’s off-putting to others like - that isn’t for you, it’s for me, and you’ve complicated my relationship with you. Weird. Weird.
I think about this a lot when I’m…
You wouldn’t believe how much it bothers people that the last name on my Facebook is fake. It’s so very serious to them. It kind of makes me laugh a lot.