Live by the cookie, die by the cookie

"Because...OK, I'm cookie dough. I'm not done baking. I'm not finished becoming whoever the hell it is I'm gonna turn out to be. I make it through this, and the next thing, and the next thing, and maybe one day I turn around and realize I'm ready. I'm cookies. And then, you know, if I want someone to eat— (eyes go wide as she catches herself) or enjoy warm, delicious cookie me, then...that's fine. That'll be then. When I'm done."

-Buffy Summers, "Chosen," Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Season 7, Episode the Last.

[I can believe that, or I can believe the other. Or I can believe both, but that's too hard. After all, consistency is the hobgoblin of whatever whatever.]

[When someone identifies himself so closely and publicly with one emotion, believe him, because he really means it.]

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[Later: Forget that noise; that's the past. As the midget in Twin Peaks said, "I've got good news." Thanks to Sean and a little three dimensional thinking, I'm writing this from my apartment. Yes, I'm connected once again to the interwebs! HOORAY! Now I can look for work, for furniture, a new place to live, nookie, and anything else the ether has to offer without Boss-Man giving me the evil eye. I Feel Free...]