If I were souled, I’d be working on the new layout for Spike Can Kick Evil Angel’s Ass, or uploading skin me… into its new home. As I am instead reading SG1 slash and playing with my blog, you can safely deduce that I am not, in fact, in posession of a soul.

Wait. That’s not true. When I was fifteen Jason Simick sold me his soul for a nickel. So I have a soul. Just…not mine.

sounds like ewan macgregor & cameron diaz, “beyond the sea”