Friday, December 14, 2012

Dear Buffy,

Hey B! Last night for like probably the 10th time I rewatched the episode of your senior prom. It's weird I don't really remember my prom... I think I went to one at least. I guess when I was in high school I didn't really give it a chance at all. My sophomore year I was already going to college to avoid high school. Is it weird how when I was 15 I was so down to have a grown up career, but the idea of spending a night in a crowded gym with my peers made me want to throw up? Weirder yet, ten years later, both options make me nauseous.

The part in the episode where they're awarding senior class crap and you get "class protector" made me cry so hard. Of course they noticed you; you're a beautiful, smart, witty, charismatic, strong, thoughtful, altruistic heroine.

I am feeling kinda weird lately. I just got back from LA and I reeeeeally didn't want to come home, even though I love Portland. I guess whenever I get a taste of that lifestyle, genius comedians working hard and playing creatively.... I just want to melt into it. Comedy cities like New York and LA are like theme parks to me. I want it! Someday. What if I broke out in song right now? (Once more, with feeling.)

Miss ya, B! You're a lovely lady and I don't have much interest for this Billy fellow and hope that the storyline returns to dwell on you! However, I always am up for a little Willow side track.


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