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Joss's ability to confuse the bejeezus out of me has grown increasingly more honed over the course of the last seven years.
Sometimes, I think he does it just to drive me crazy. Yes, me, specifically, because I am a delusional little fangirl and lykeomgelizawantsme.
Erm, sorry about that. My id is five years old, with the sex drive of a 17 year old boy. That's not to say Eliza doesn't want me, of course. Because, like, she so does.
Where was I? Oh, yes. Joss being confusing and whatnot. And I've decided that.. it's not me. No, indeed. Because of this quote:
My grandmother, upon looking at the most unhelpful directions of how to get around Ocala:
"Old 68? Turn towards town? Which town? Tell me Joss Whedon wrote these directions."
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