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OH MY GOD I just finished Pegasus which means there are no more BSG DVDs for me to watch which means I now have to download the rest of the episodes and IT WAS A FUCKING CLIFFHANGER and OMGSOFUCKINGPAINFUL. Just...wow. I HAVE TO KNOW WHAT HAPPENS NEXT.

This is killing me. Seriously. Fucking cliffhanger wtf!!!! Six, and Sharon, and fucking Cain, and the Chief and Helo, and Adama and FUCKING GAIUS GUHHHHHH.

Must. Calm. Down.

Need episode 11. NEED. If I ever find the son of a bitch who decided to not release all the episodes at once, I am going to string him out by his nutsack. Seriously. WHAT THE FUCK YOU DO NOT DO THIS TO ME.

I need more wine. And BSG icons.

the scent of vasoline in the summertime, the feel of an ice cube melting over time

You know what's awesome? Listening to my neighbors having sex. Loudly and directly below me. And it's too hot to close the windows.

People should not be getting laid if I'm not. Seriously.

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On a different though not entirely unrelated note, Adam is still planning on coming out to visit. I need to make a trip to Target - it's time my friends learn how to play Trouble.

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BSG is taking entirely too long. I may have to start watching Firefly in the meantime...I want to rewatch Star Wars, too. It's been far too long since I've seen my trilogy.

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Caroline and I went to Zuma Beach today. It's north of Malibu, and just absolutely gorgeous. A welcome change from the overcrowded, dirty shores of Santa Monica.

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it's alright
i'm okay
i think god can explain
i believe i'm the same
i get carried away

That song has been in my head all day.

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No one is making any noise in the house.

Today is a peaceful, quiet kind of day. It's not really a deep thought kind of day, just maybe a grateful one. A compassionate one. I don't know how to describe this feeling inside me. I've been reading and...well, it's amazing to me what people go through, survive through. What it means to be alive and keep going because there is no other choice. And I am grateful for being able to know about it, to read what was so obviously painful to go through and probably even more painful to put down on paper for strangers to see.

I feel very much in awe, and humbled. Quiet and filled with light.