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If you listen real hard, you may be able to hear my blood singing. And what is it singing, you ask? Why, the Ballad of Jayne. And why should my blood, more notable for carrying oxygen to my body parts than for harbouring any musical attributes, be singing in such a jaunty fashion? Because I am going to see Serenity tomorrow. Seriously, I don't think I've been this excited about something since I was a mere Froodlet on some long-ago Christmas Eve. Because SQUEE! Jayne on the big screen!
I have to go listen to Leonard Coen or something before I give myself a Fangasm-induced heart attack.
I have to go listen to Leonard Coen or something before I give myself a Fangasm-induced heart attack.