Hamilton rocks my socks. He's the sort of person I stick around on the internet for. The sort of person who makes me grin to think that there are other people out there, all over the world, who are like me. And they're usually the sort of people who make me curse because I don't live in America and hence can't stalk them. Or, alternatively, invite them down to the Evil Commercial Empire for a big cup of coffee and a long ramble.

If I was Shauny, I'd develop a crush on this guy. (I tried to find where she'd mentioned her insta-internet crushes, but I couldn't, because I suck and she no longer has the search facility on her site. Hey Shauny, how are we supposed to find the porn now?) Luckily, I'm not Shauny. Lucky, because I don't think the world could handle two of us. One of her and one of me is bad enough as it is.

I am in an almost hyper mood. Have been since earlier today, when I got to talk to A^z (speaking of American guys who I am resisting developing crushes on). Sometimes I seriously wonder about me. I have far, far more close male friends than female friends. As Y said, I'm just 'one of the guys'.

And hell, I wouldn't have it any other way.