Deadline season (aka Christmas) alsways seems to be a time for watching way, way more television than usual, and for the last year or two that's meant a fuck load of old Joss Whedon and reminding myself, aside from the impeccable timing, casting, everything else, what a delicious way with words he has. This time round, we're having a proper, old school, Buffy-athon.
You're not friends. You'll never be friends. You'll be in love til it kills you both. You'll fight, and you'll shag, and you'll hate each other til it makes you quiver, but you'll never be friends. Love isn't brains, children, it's blood, blood screaming inside you to work its will. I may be love's bitch, but at least I'm man enough to admit it.
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