Billy, stop, stop, Billy don't!

So, in case anyone's asking, I'm reading my religion homework.

No, really. I am in no way whatsoever watching Jurassic Park 3. Or reading fic. Or squeeing about how married Billy and Alan are (though you know it's true). Or, in fact, contemplating writing a prequel for Bound to Give, where I write first time (I'd like to note here that I suck at porn. And first time, when the first time doesn't involve a. teen girls or b. teen boys.)Or thinking about how Sam Neill is kind of awesome, even though he was part of the Dr. Zhivago remake and thus is currently on my "idiot" list.

However, if I were watching Jurassic Park 3, I'd be at the part right before the heartbreak. Oh, angst. ♥

But really, reading about Nietzche and his theory of religion. And my heart is definitely not breaking right along with Billy's. Nope.