I got up early for it, even though I'm hangovery, but seeing that everyone on this show is drinking way to much I think I'm in good company ;)

I loved, I cried, I went What The Frak?, I laughed, I rolled my eyes, I cried more, I loved more, and in the end I did everything alltogether.

( my personal cry baby cry moments [SPOILERS obviously] )

( the WTF moments [SPOILERS obviously] )

( the niiiiiice moments [SPOILERS obviously] )

( the random things [SPOILERS obviously] )

Frak, I'll miss them.

( ...in which 16, update: 17 people got killed )

I'm : shocked

it's my first day off since, uhm, I don't remember! (I'm allowed to take 30 days a year off, and I still have 25 left from last year, you do the math...)
and since I got nudged by, hmm, let me think, julione (twice! heee!), miss_sarac, red_sunflower, slackerace, danaid_luv, and sweet_ali, I felt forced decided to spend it here!
(I love you, too, girls, it's nice to be missed!)

and as it's the season of a new Joss show, I'll just dive unceremonially into fangirl ramblings. heee.
( tv: dollhouse )

( I just got the funniest creepy phone call. Don't obscene guys have standards anymore? )

also (despite of the hilarity aspect)? why do the creeps always find me? *whines*

( my sister dragged me into the premiere of the X-files movie last night... spoilers, obviously )

( Act III )

I got tagged by kskitten and while I think tagging is mean, I needed something to spam today anyway ;)

1. Take a picture of your bag (that's my fave at the moment, but I'm an addict and have dozens...)
2. Now dump everything out and neatly adjust them, and take a picture (no matter how embarrassing)
3. Talk about the items inside. Detail
4. Tag 6 people.

( my innermost secrets )

my motto: always be prepared. heee. even though it seems I'm some kind of geeky, slutty weirdo. ha!
and I've just noticed that the content of my bag is somehow very personal and very telling. teeeheeee.

I'm not tagging, but REQUESTING from everyone who looked in here to post pics of their bags. you know you wanna do it!

the lovely mefnord visited me last weekend and we had a great time watching BtVS eps. She only wanted to spend one night here as she was afraid I was an psychotic axe murderer (why are all people afraid of that?) but spent two nights instead, so I guess that proves I'm not!

the second evening we watched the funny S4 episodes. Plus Doomed, because we both couldn't remember what the hell happens in that one. (we only had the German titles, so it took us quite some time to figure out it was Doomed. heee.) We kinda kept watching as we couldn't remember the ending... There doesn't happen a lot, btw. Except... Riley is LILAC! *bwahaha*

but then we were a bit distracted by Spike's pants (I know! that's not that uncommon...)
but seriously. Did you all remember these jeans??
Do you know how many fics I've read where Spike gets rid of his shirt and his pants are so obscenely low hanging that you can basically see his pubic hair? Let me tell you, there were a lot of these...
And now I ask you: How? In these jeans? so not possible!

( I mean just look!!! )

This very insightful post was brought to you by my attempt to get back into spamming. It's not that bad of a start for that, right?

Uhm, hi?

Do you still remember me?
and more importantly:

DID YOU MISS ME AND DO YOU STILL LOVE ME???

(yes I know, it's almost been three months! *hangs head in shame*)

I must have turned into a Slayer overnight...

...because I'm pretty sure there are muscles on my body right now that no human should normally have. And. they. are. all. hurting.

and whoever said Yoga was good for your flexibility lied. I had my first Yoga lesson with the best!buddy yesterday (2 hours [in numbers: 120 minutes] of Surya Namaskar] and I can tell you moving is extremely unpleasant today. OUCH!

The teacher was impressed though that absolute!beginner!me got "Die Krähe" (is it "the crow" in English?) right at first try. Yay for my biceps and triceps! heee.