Where the f*ck is my pimp icon???

Okay, I'll have to do this sans icon. If you've somehow stumbled across my journal because (well, I don't know why - dovil, stoney321 or karabair told you to, maybe?) and you've been reading happily or skimming merrily and thinking, well, yes, seems like an amusing girl - *love the hair* - but there's that unfortunate Spike/Xander obsession...don't get that a'tall. (Everyone on my flist sounds like John Cleese, apparently.)

Here's the explanation for the S/X obsession: Untitled by winterlive. I beta'd this last night, and she reminded me of why I love S/X in the first place. And she did it with canon (well, mostly, c'mon, we're talking slash here, people!) But there were no spells, no wishes, no Xander-is-really-Giles'-son-or-maybe-he's-Connor-but-whatever-as-long-as-he-has-a-three-way-with-Spike-and-Angel.

It's slash like it used to be - before people got tired and pouted, "I don't wanna have to think. I don't wanna explain UST. I'll just make them gay cowboys and watch the feedback roll in..." Go read it. Shoo.

Confidential to Winter: Dude - you need a title.

Self-pimp: Thanks to whoever nominated Sunday Morning Coming Down at the Shades of Grey awards. And congrats to two of my oldest old time friends, karabair and spikendru for their noms, as well.