siren3-4
Super Freak
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- May 22, 2007
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I sold off my 1:5 scale statues (didn't have them all anyway) . . . and kept my recently acquired Angel PF Ex and my Spike Bloody FX PF . . . my problem is that I sold my Buffy Alternate PF when I needed some cash about a year ago . . .
So imagine the freakish rush of adrenalin pumping through my chubby little fingers as the email from sideshow came in saying there was 1 Original Buffy EX in stock . . .
My fingers glided over my keyboard as if I was given the typing ability of a court reporter that I dressed up as for Halloween last year . . . It seemed like my coworkers were breaking into musical numbers and dancing around trying to distract me from my goal . . . I couldn't speak . . . nervously I looked over my shoulder for bunnies or any other horrible beast that may try to stop me . . .
The page came up . . . 1 in stock . . . I clicked on Add To Cart . . . and it was there . . . I quickly hit the Proceed To Checkout button . . . and I wasn't freaking signed in . . . . . . a pain hit my chest like I was struck by a stray bullet . . .
. . . frazzled but undeterred my eyes went black and I called upon all my powers to type my password in . . . "Shpadoinkle" was all I could say as I saw the item still in my cart . . . I quickly hit the button to finally claim her . . .
I watched, for what seemed like hours, as the little icon at the top of the page tab spun . . . as if I had jumped into a portal and was heading toward a white light that was now my computer screen . . .
The T number came up like a beacon of light shining down from the sun . . I got her baby !!!!!
. . and she is going nowhere . . .
So imagine the freakish rush of adrenalin pumping through my chubby little fingers as the email from sideshow came in saying there was 1 Original Buffy EX in stock . . .
My fingers glided over my keyboard as if I was given the typing ability of a court reporter that I dressed up as for Halloween last year . . . It seemed like my coworkers were breaking into musical numbers and dancing around trying to distract me from my goal . . . I couldn't speak . . . nervously I looked over my shoulder for bunnies or any other horrible beast that may try to stop me . . .
The page came up . . . 1 in stock . . . I clicked on Add To Cart . . . and it was there . . . I quickly hit the Proceed To Checkout button . . . and I wasn't freaking signed in . . . . . . a pain hit my chest like I was struck by a stray bullet . . .
. . . frazzled but undeterred my eyes went black and I called upon all my powers to type my password in . . . "Shpadoinkle" was all I could say as I saw the item still in my cart . . . I quickly hit the button to finally claim her . . .
I watched, for what seemed like hours, as the little icon at the top of the page tab spun . . . as if I had jumped into a portal and was heading toward a white light that was now my computer screen . . .
The T number came up like a beacon of light shining down from the sun . . I got her baby !!!!!
. . and she is going nowhere . . .