Picture Perfect
Aug. 3rd, 2004 11:34 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
xaaraThis post is dedicated entirely to the reasons I love Ali, the Super Photo Man mentioned in an earlier entry. In no particular order:
- He's a guy with all the no-go zone conversation topics, but I can still talk to him about almost anything.
- He likes my peanut butter cookies.
- He doesn't ever complain after 9:00 in the morning.
- His cursing - at the computer, at the photo equipment, at PhotoShop, and occasionally at me - is varied, creative, and grows increasingly complex as the day progresses.
- He has a girlfriend and I have a boyfriend-ish person, so there isn't any of the awkwardness boy-girl relationships often have.
- He's really, really good at his job and does it consistently.
- He has an iPod and he lets me mess around with it if I promise on penalty of death not to scratch it.
- He sings "The Chemicals Between Us" incessantly, even though he only knows the title line. So, basically, he sings "The chemicals between us" over and over and over.
- He has a great pissed-off face when I pop into the photo lab promptly at 8:00 humming "Prince Ali."
- He's obsessed with hardcore science fiction.
- He has the fashion sense of a blind orangutan.
- He makes me laugh so hard that I have to sit down on the floor or risk bruising my arm on the file cabinet again, which was what I did the first time he started ranting about dust particles on limestone.
I've just realized that I make friends suddenly. I don't have to know people for more than ten minutes before I figure out whether or not I'm gong to spend time with them. My best friend saw me, smiled at me, sat down next to me in math class, and was my surrogate sister inside of a minute. I don't believe in love at first sight, but I'm beginning to think that friendship at first sight happens more often than we might think.
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Xander
"I can get her back."
Willow's standing there saying something else that's probably important, but all I can process is her first sentence.
She cuffs me lightly on the shoulder and repeats herself. "I can get her back."
My questions are of the "What do you need?" and "How soon?" variety. She answers briefly.
It's…businesslike.
It's only later, when I'm lying in bed curled around a sleeping Anya, that I realize what Willow means.
Buffy, alive. Walking, talking, living color.
Pulling her out of the Hell she's in, setting her back in the world she deserves.
We owe her that.
- He's a guy with all the no-go zone conversation topics, but I can still talk to him about almost anything.
- He likes my peanut butter cookies.
- He doesn't ever complain after 9:00 in the morning.
- His cursing - at the computer, at the photo equipment, at PhotoShop, and occasionally at me - is varied, creative, and grows increasingly complex as the day progresses.
- He has a girlfriend and I have a boyfriend-ish person, so there isn't any of the awkwardness boy-girl relationships often have.
- He's really, really good at his job and does it consistently.
- He has an iPod and he lets me mess around with it if I promise on penalty of death not to scratch it.
- He sings "The Chemicals Between Us" incessantly, even though he only knows the title line. So, basically, he sings "The chemicals between us" over and over and over.
- He has a great pissed-off face when I pop into the photo lab promptly at 8:00 humming "Prince Ali."
- He's obsessed with hardcore science fiction.
- He has the fashion sense of a blind orangutan.
- He makes me laugh so hard that I have to sit down on the floor or risk bruising my arm on the file cabinet again, which was what I did the first time he started ranting about dust particles on limestone.
I've just realized that I make friends suddenly. I don't have to know people for more than ten minutes before I figure out whether or not I'm gong to spend time with them. My best friend saw me, smiled at me, sat down next to me in math class, and was my surrogate sister inside of a minute. I don't believe in love at first sight, but I'm beginning to think that friendship at first sight happens more often than we might think.
<<<<>>>><<<<>>>><<<<>>>><<<<>>>>
Xander
"I can get her back."
Willow's standing there saying something else that's probably important, but all I can process is her first sentence.
She cuffs me lightly on the shoulder and repeats herself. "I can get her back."
My questions are of the "What do you need?" and "How soon?" variety. She answers briefly.
It's…businesslike.
It's only later, when I'm lying in bed curled around a sleeping Anya, that I realize what Willow means.
Buffy, alive. Walking, talking, living color.
Pulling her out of the Hell she's in, setting her back in the world she deserves.
We owe her that.
