I know it's only the twelfth when this gets posted, but tomorrow is the 13th, and it's Mulder's birthday. Oh, what Chris Carter hath wrought *L* I'll tell ya, though, even though this obsession of mine bloomed into something that some folks might think a wee bit unhealthy--even though I lost a million pounds reading fanfiction, and gained 'em all back when the series got cancelled *L* Even though I miss it thoroughly and no tv show now can even compare, to the point where I mostly don't watch tv. Even though much of my credit card woes are sitting on my shelves in the form of XF books, cds, dvds, comics, action figures, cards and games. Even though I still ball like a baby knowing there are no new eps. And even though I can count on the fingers of one hand the number of people who understand why I still feel this way....

Without XF, there'd be no bear and bunny. There'd be no Jedi Possum. There'd be no webpages, or chatrooms, or mailing lists, or friends around the world. There'd be no pics of me skinny *L* There'd be no memory of moments where the show fell into place with such a resounding thud that the sofa bounced. There'd be no desire to follow the careers of people whose names I had never heard before. There'd be less writing, and less reading. There'd be a void in my life that this show managed to fill in a way that no amount of Chinese food ever did. There wouldn't be this safe place, the one I think of as Walter's arms, when the world gets too intense for me to handle by myself, and I just need to rest a moment, and not have to take care of anything. That place is cos of that show, and there's no way to explain it more than that. I will always be grateful to CC and Co. for bringing all these things into my life.

So, Fox Mulder, happy birthday and I love you.
David Duchovny--Bree Sharp
It's Sunday night, I am curled up in my room
The TV light, fills my heart like a balloon
I hold it in as best I can, I know I'm just another fan
But I can't help feeling I could love this secret agent man
And I can't
Wait any more for him to discover me, I got it bad for David Duchovny
David Duchovny why won't you love me, why won't you love me

My friends all tell me, "Girl you know it's just a show"
But deep within his eyes, I see me wrapped up like a bow
Watching the sky for a sign, the FBI is on my mind
I'm waiting for the day, when my lucky stars aline
In the form of
David Duchovny floating above me, in the alein light
of the spaceship of love I need
David Duchovny hovering above me, American Heathcliff brooding and comely
David Duchovny why won't you love me, why won't you love me
Why won't you love me

So smug and so smart
He's abducted my heart
And I'm falling apart
From the looks I recieve
From those eyes I can't leave
Well you can say I'm naive
But he told me to believe

Oooooooooooooooooooh

My bags are packed, I am ready for my flight
Wanna put an end to, my daydream days and sleepless nights
Sitting like a mindless clone, wishing he would tap my phone
Just to hear the breath of the man, the myth, the monotone
And I would say

David Duchovny why won't you love me, why won't you love me
Why won't you love me, David Duchovny why won't you love me
Why won't you love me, why won't you love me
David Duchovny I want you to love me, to kiss and to hug me
Debreif and debug me, David Duchovny I know you could love me
I'm sweet and I'm cuddly, I'm gonna kill SCULLY!
David Duchovny why won't you love me, why won't you love me
Why won't you love me Yeah

I'll be waiting
In Navada