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( I finally heard from my friend W last night. )

In other news, my little Red-Headed Snippet turns another year older today. I don't know why I started calling him that so often, except that it is very fun. Plus, he is very red-headed. We're not going to have much of a celebration, because it is cold and wet and windy and we are skint, till payday anyway. People born around the holidays really do get kind of screwed presents-wise, don't they? One way or the other.

But 'Alias' premieres tonight, and I think that's present enough for him. He is genuinely, like, happy about it. He is so easy to please.

Today, though, I need my 'Alias' friends to point me in the direction of some good Aliasfic. Obviously I want links to whatever you have written, but also can you tell me where other good authors are that I shouldn't miss out on? I'm in the mood to immerse myself in fanfic; there is just no better feeling than the beginnings of a new fanfic obsession.

I realized today just how immature I am, because in my previous post, I refrained from calling S "my husband", but each of y'all who replied called him that, and every time I read it, it made me blush and giggle.

I can't use those words. I just can't. Likewise, I couldn't say 'fiancé'. It made me feel silly, like, 'betrothed' or something. "Lo, my lord Seth and I have been betrothed these many months." Hell, I could barely say 'boyfriend' without stammering! I am seriously deficient in the maturity category.

I swear, I still don't feel grown-up enough to be married. I can't even say "my husband", for God's sake.

Maybe I'll get used to saying "my husband" without self-consciousness one day...eventually. By our 10th anniversary. (Surely?) Here's hopin'!

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Someone at work was informally polling personal opinion on the Most Beautiful Woman in Hollywood. I voted Catherine Zeta-Jones, for just plain undeniable gorg-e-osity; she knocks my socks off every time I see her. I also pick Cate Blanchett, but I know she's not everyone's cup of tea; ditto Emma Thompson, who I think is also lovely. But CZJ is, I think, undeniably beautiful. Unless someone disagrees, in which case she's...it's deniable. Hee.

No one knew who Allison Janney was. Philistines!

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S will never admit he finds a celebrity attractive. He'll say things like, "Yeah, she's all right," but he won't ever admit, "Yeah, I think Carmen Electra is hot" (right, pookha? *g*) or whatever, even if I'm like, "Isn't Liv Tyler pretty? Come on, you know you love Jennifer Garner."

Maybe he thinks it's a trap? I'll be like some sitcom wife? "Oh, so you do think she's beautiful. You think she's prettier than me, is that what you're trying to say? You want me to have bigger boobs and longer legs like she does? Is that it? Huh? IS THAT IT?Well then, why don't you just go MARRY JENNIFER GARNER?" ::SOB!::

I'm not saying I'd like him to drool all over every curvaceous woman onscreen, but it makes me feel guilty, because I do not hide my appreciation for, say, Christian Bale or Alan Rickman when the opportunity arises. There's no salivating, but I cannot help letting a low, appreciative murmur of "Mmm...Christian Bale" escape me at times.

I'm a terrible person.

Wife.

Gah! I can't use that word either.

I'm pathetic.

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Use what talents you possess; the woods would be very silent if no birds sang except those that sang best. --Henry van Dyke