Seriously, though, that kid literally saved my life. A friend thought I'd like it and, when she found out I was thinking of killing myself, she made me promise to watch the whole series before I did anything. I watched it straight through, beginning to end, and figured that if Danny--who was essentially halfway to where I thought I wanted to be--could muddle through life making puns, I could damn well get up tomorrow morning and see the following sunset. It's my go-to for down days and the subject of my NaNo this year.
It's cool. I'm at a point now where it doesn't bother me when people think I fangirl too much. I like what I like and people who don't like it can go fuck themselves on a splintery 2x4. (Not you, I mean the people who are rude about it.)
*hugs* I've been having a hard time trying to visualize you in my head. :/ You bounce back and forth from a Naval woman, to a screaming fangirl to a sad ball of sad that needs huggles. And THEN I remember you have breasts bigger than my head and whatever picture I've made quickly unravels. Ah well, you're unique. :3
When I was younger I barely watched it but when I did I thought Danny was an older version of Timmy turner so seeing this post made me think of that and it all makes sense!
*hugs WS* I'm sorry. ;-; Go fangirl to your hearts content.