There’s a line…and I’ve crossed it. I know it. I can feel it. The phases I’ve gone through in life- preppy, street, groupie- they’ve all lead to this. I’m in love. With Doctor Who. More specifically, The Doctor. I know it’s a geeky thing. I know I’m not supposed to be this way. I don’t care. I’m going to watch all the Doctor Who vids I can find, get a bunch of icons, and call him my own.

Actually, I remember watching really old Doctor Who eps on PBS after Big Blue Marble when I was a kid. But that Doctor? NOTHING like this one. Nope, not at all. This one is just *guh* with charm and quirkiness. *GUH* I say!

And so it begins.

In other news, I cut my grass for the first time today. Not “cut the grass where I live”; no, I cut MY grass, as in “I own it!” Holy hell, y’all, I own stuff!