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they call it l'esprit d'escalier, the spirit of the staircase. it's like going up a flight of stairs, ready to step down on that next step, and it's not there. it's kissing everyone goodnight, walking out the door, and suddenly it hits you. something you should have said, something you should have done.

it's like having breakfast with old friends, and having one mention something you haven't done in a while. and you reply honestly and it doesn't hit you until after that it really was none of their business, and they don't know nearly enough about you to imply anything by what they said.

it's driving back to work and realizing the conversation should have been:

'you still writing those stories?' *wink wink, nudge nudge*

'baby, it's been a long time since high school. things change.'


it's realizing that maybe it's better that he doesn't belong to you. cause you'd still be stuck in high school and that narrow box you created for yourself.

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i know, i know. spamming the flist.

someone should've told me last night that, although watching a nice copy of 300 is fan-fucking-tastic... staying up til 4 and then getting up at 6:30 is not. ugh. my head hurts, my eyes are heavy and dry and i was comfortable, dammit. i wanna go back home and go to sleep immediately. like.. an hour ago immediately.


but. 300? totally rocked. and, yeah, squishy blood noise and very Kill Bill headless gushing scenes. and woah was xerxes tall! and the voice. very Goa'uld. as well as the glowy eyes. someone was watching their sci fi!

this makes me sad i didn't go see it in theatres, but happy that i'm beating the system.

and now, i shall leave you to laugh at my freezing self, stuck at work and tired beyond compare...