"If I don't let myself be happy now, then when?
If not now, when?"

Yoinked from katikat.

The one who seduced you and screwed you over and broke your heart in a million pieces and laughed about it.
Torchwood. Killing off everyone I love is an excellent way to ensure I won't finish watching you and will never come back to you again.

The old flame you don't see very often any more but whom you still really enjoy getting together with for a few drinks and maybe a pleasant nostalgic romp in the sheets.
Stargate Atlantis. Every so often I'll flip back through my Delicious links and pick out an SGA story to curl up with on a quiet night. I never saw season 5 so all my memories of the show are still fond ones.

The mysterious dark gothy one whom you used to sit up with talking until 3a.m. at weird coffeehouses and with whom you were quite smitten until you realized she really was fucking crazy.
Neon Genesis Evangelion, a.k.a. the fandom that legit drove me insane after I stayed up for two days straight mainlining it. Seriously, the first major depressive episode I can remember started the day after I did that. I'm still tempted to download the new movies and see how they're different...

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Tomorrow is the last time my mother will preach a sermon as an officer of the Salvation Army.

So I told her I'd go to church if she woke me up in the morning.

Today I emptied out my last drawer, weeded out all the underwear that's loose on my hips now, and found a corset I didn't even know I owned, but I'm going to wear it for Semiformal so my stomach doesn't stick out in my pretty white dress. I also packed up my sex toys, bye-bye Mr. Rabbit, see you next year.

Tomorrow my mother wants to put my mattress in the storage container, so I'm going to have to resort to sleeping on the couch for the last couple of days we're in this house. I still have to get onto Arthur and make sure everything I want is on the external drive and then take him apart, poor thing. And I'm not sure my mother remembers that my bedside table is actually a sewing machine, I should probably remind her.

I'm tired. I still have more packing to do than I thought I did. I don't want to leave this house, I like this house. I like this neighborhood. I'm going to miss living on a quiet street when I get to New Bedford.

Anyway. If I'm actually going to church I should go to bed pretty soon. Maybe tomorrow I can go see a movie. My mother still wants to see Harry Potter with me, and Julia and I want to see 30 Minutes or Less. A movie would be a nice break from the packing.

Four days until I leave this house for good. In four days I'll be in Schenectady. In eleven days I'll be back at Wells.