There are four simple ways for the very observant to tell Buffy and me apart: first, she’s an actress, I’m not. I’m worse. I am a Law student; second, Buffy has super keen senses while I'm very oblivious. You know how some people make things happen, while other people watch things happen? Uh-huh, yeah I'm the person who asks: “what happened”? Third, she likes her men vampiric, I like mine salted, crispy and stuck to the end of a fork; Finally (and here’s the clincher), we look nothing at all alike.
I have Evil Overlord-type tendencies. I am a person who has business with the world and I expect events to fall in with my plans. I've drafted a blueprint for my life, to which reality has no option but to conform. I pull life into my gravitational field and shape the moment to my will. I have no patience with conflicting principles; I suspend moral judgment and live according to the more immediate imperatives of my appetites. (Evil Overlord-type laughter: NYAHAHAHAH!)

I am capable of a deep unconditional love and a vindictive spiteful hate. I'm a Tolkien pimp, a Prozac junkie, a die-hard Nietzsche fan, a Crossword-crusader and a chronic checklist-maker. Also I have People-Skills Deficit Syndrome, people tell me I'm a snooty bitch. I may sound like it, I may look like it, I may even act like it, but don’t let that fool you, I really AM a snooty bitch. Yeah.