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24.10.06

The Other One

So it was going to happen sooner or later, as we're all doing things with all these other people, and this is probably going to be very cryptic and not entirely clear. But. It was bound to happen. And the fact that it blindsided all of us is just silly because if we had been paying attention - really paying attention - and probably if we kept in better touch than it wouldn't have blindsided us all quite to the extent it did. Or anyway i was blindsided. here's the thought process: how could you ... and why would she ... but i respected him! and there's just this awful thing. Like watching a movie and you know the killer is hiding in the closet, but the little hottie on the screen is just blundering closer and closer.

But Sigourney always saves herself somehow. Always. here ... not so much. Besides, maybe i just had that in my head from the skeezy, skeezy hotel, where they were watching tales from the crypt. Hm.

Drama continues to not be my friend: which is why i ignore it every chance i get. (By every chance i get i mean i like it only in hour-long chunks, with Cylons.) and probably if i did not do my best to avoid it, maybe when my friends got hit by trucks, so to speak, i would notice them coming.

scrawled @ 08:17