[pm] Well sure you’re not ‘death to all normal guys,’ that’d be all kind of freaky. But when was the last time you got all, you know, over a normal as opposed to, say, a not-so-normal guy?
[pm] Yeah, but it’s not the non-normalness that attracts me. They just keep ending up that way.
[pm] It probably just means that right now you definitely have a type. Nothin’ strange there.
[pm] Nope, not at all strange that my type is vampire. Wait. My type is not vampire! I like normal people too, it’s just… I don’t know.
[pm] Yick. That might give me the heebie jeebies. I mean, I know they’re technically dead and all but that’s still kinda spooky for a second there, right? Presumably followed, y-you know, by things of the comforting and totally fine variety.
[pm] I’m over that feeling now, but at first I absolutely got the creeps because of it. Is it wrong that I sometimes find the non-breathing to be totally fine and even comforting? Or just a sign of how totally strange me and my life are?
[pm] It’s definitely not one immediately canonized in the annals of cute snores, but I love her so I’m working on making an exception.
[pm] Hey, at least she does breathe while she sleeps. It took me a while to get used to the whole, ‘vampires breathe out of habit and they don’t do their habits while sleeping’ thing.
[pm] I think I just might yay with you! But the quiet kind. Don’t wanna wake the sleeping Slayer. She’s sort of extra cute like this anyways.
[pm] Right right. Yaying of the silent kind, I feel you. I hope she isn’t snoring, unless it’s the cute sort of snore. In which case, I hope she is.
[pm] I’m grading my first batch of assignments in front of the TV and Faith is already asleep on me. What do you think? 🙂
[pm] That sounds yay-worthy! I’m yaying!
Endorphins. And I’m glad they’re working. 🙂
Me too 😀
How goes the happy with the Will?
So I take it healthy Buffy is happy Buffy?
I think it’s the endolphins or whatever they’re called.
You mean Dr. Scholl’s…?
Isn’t that like feet though? I mean like a person that rubs the back or whatever, you call them a masseuse. You know, like that writer guy.
Same here.
I can just imagine me hobbling to the beat.
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