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I swear there were things I wanted to talk about this morning. And now I've forgotten all but one of them.

That one thing is, of course, to point out to all who aren't doing it anyway that you should be reading rageprufrock's journal for the next 13 days. I think what she's doing is really beyond fabulous.

Comparatively, I think that any of the other thing I wanted to say wouldn't be nearly as important. Especially since it was probably something about how uncomfortable, lonely, and defensive my initial forays into Bleach fandom are making me.

(I LIKE HIM, OKAY FANDOM. I don't care if you are put off by the squealing fangirl masses that comprise the majority of his fanbase; this does not make him a poorly executed character or in anyway less valid than the characters you happen to like. So stop pretending it's about that. It's about your personal preference and my personal preference and the fact that those two things happen to be different. This is not a problem. What is a problem is the bit where you seem to believe that I'm a worse fan than you are simply because I like Hitsugaya. And more importantly the bit where you seem to think it's your place to tell me this. That's bullshit. I love you, so please quit it.)

But seriously, rageprufrock's 14 Valentines. Go, read, and click the links. Think about it. Talk about it. That's the important thing in this post.