September 11, 2001 / 4:04 a.m.

LJ. Wow.

We have so much in common. And he's rough around the edges. Real. Sweet, but human. Kind, but not demigod-ish. He lives near me, is open to moving, and looking foreward to me kidnapping him on Sunday.

I think Fate may be smiling on me. Maybe the Bartender being a jackass was a good thing. Maybe I'm just a silly girl with a crush.

At any rate: things are looking up.

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