::strokes sexy Skinner icon::

[anogete]

Mitch Pileggi, I love you. Do me, baby. I rented The X-Files movie (I Want to Believe?) this evening with trepidation. I had heard horrible things about it. Truth be told, it was rather crappy. Back when the movie was in production, I read a blurb about Mitch Pileggi saying he had not been asked to appear in the film as Walter Skinner. I wept my fangirl tears because I would have sex with Walter Skinner is a nanosecond. Well, hopefully the sex wouldn't be a nanosecond, but it would only take me that long to decide. Anyway, you all get the point. Skinner is a hot tamale, and I love him sooooo. Imagine my squeals of delight when Skinner appeared on screen a few minutes before the movie ended. Jason looked at me like I'd lost my mind when I jumped out of my chair and screamed Skinner's name. He may even be jealous of the sexy Assistant Director after my display of undying adoration.

Now I'm all giddy and thinking naughty Skinner thoughts. It's 11:00 at night, and I have to work tomorrow. I can't stay up to the wee hours of the morning and read dirty fanfic about Skinner. Or can I? Four hours of sleep is enough to function on, right? I mean, I have enough money in my wallet for a double-shot latte at Starbucks, and there is one on my way into the office. Jason doesn't have to work, but he says we're going to bed at the usual time (midnight). I'm going to go ahead and let him believe that while I see if Skinnerotica is still active. Sleep is for weenies.

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[anogete.livejournal.com]

He *is* lovely. I don't know what it is, but he just gets under my skin in a really good way. And I love how he talks when he's reprimanding or chewing someone out. It's very low with clipped tones. Argg!