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May. 4th, 2004 02:15 pmI think that this is quite possibly my most favourite comment that I have ever had put in my Live Journal (the mushy ones from Indigogecko aren't favourite because it's so much better when she says them to my face!! :-) )
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The day you bumped into Alyson Hannigan walking casually along the parade. I've never seen anyone lose the ability to speak, gesture or stand so quickly in my life. Then the way she bent down to your collapsed form, took your chin in her hand, lifted it up slightly and gave you one long lingering kiss on your lips, before casually walking away.
Of course this wouldn't be worth mentioning if it wasn't for the way you muttered in a barely audible voice as she dissappeared from view:
"Hi, I'm Adrian"
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Nice. Thanks same_difference.
In other news, as always after larp events (and now apparently D&D sessions), I fail to sleep because my brain is still role playing, going over situations again thinking how I could have done them better, looking at the now obvious things that I missed the first time, and above all, being active. This leaves me tired the next day, and for some reason, itching like crazy to get right back into it again. I want to be running around that campsite again, fighting off the undead hordes, or the tal elementals, or the trackalites, or whoever is the unicorns latest enemy. I don't care, I just want to fight them off, to scout round them, to make dangerous forrays into the woodlands to find herbs, to go on daring missions to rescue captured comrades, to sneak round the back to pick up fallen comrades whose life I can save, to go off in a small group to find crystals, to go and investigate strange graveyards. I want to do it now. I want to get paid to do it. I want to do it as a job.
Thanks Almost_Honest. Without you, I would never have got into this hobby.
K.
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The day you bumped into Alyson Hannigan walking casually along the parade. I've never seen anyone lose the ability to speak, gesture or stand so quickly in my life. Then the way she bent down to your collapsed form, took your chin in her hand, lifted it up slightly and gave you one long lingering kiss on your lips, before casually walking away.
Of course this wouldn't be worth mentioning if it wasn't for the way you muttered in a barely audible voice as she dissappeared from view:
"Hi, I'm Adrian"
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Nice. Thanks same_difference.
In other news, as always after larp events (and now apparently D&D sessions), I fail to sleep because my brain is still role playing, going over situations again thinking how I could have done them better, looking at the now obvious things that I missed the first time, and above all, being active. This leaves me tired the next day, and for some reason, itching like crazy to get right back into it again. I want to be running around that campsite again, fighting off the undead hordes, or the tal elementals, or the trackalites, or whoever is the unicorns latest enemy. I don't care, I just want to fight them off, to scout round them, to make dangerous forrays into the woodlands to find herbs, to go on daring missions to rescue captured comrades, to sneak round the back to pick up fallen comrades whose life I can save, to go off in a small group to find crystals, to go and investigate strange graveyards. I want to do it now. I want to get paid to do it. I want to do it as a job.
Thanks Almost_Honest. Without you, I would never have got into this hobby.
K.
