Love & Order: SVU

Dear A.D.A. Casey Novak,

i love you. you can prosecute me anyday, heh (ehhh....)


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here's to late night television being there for me.

You! Light Up My (life).

i have nothing to say, right now. i need a change, i believe.

i believe it!

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i want to be beaten up.
or eaten up.




nevermind

Down in a Crypt/Observatory Cave

don't worry about it. i had a grand time inside the Observatory, and inside the inside of the Observatory. did you know the floors and walls are hollow? they are!

and i was in them.

i am unable to express the feeling of my life exiting my body for a week straight. meaning, i have been working a lot, and subsequently complaining about it. the silver lining shines in the form of new pants which i plan on buying this week (which shall be my first pair of pants that haven't been worn by anyone else prior to me buying them, and excessing $3.00). i also have my eye on a wool hat, as the weather is quickly turning ridiculously cold.

i am looking foward to travelling through time, as well as our Halloween show, which i have nailed down a sweet costume for. i hope to have pictures of it.

that is all

Godzilla versus Ramadan

i have an idea, and it involves lobster claws, a Museum, a dude, fiascos, a II, a dudette, a touch a wild-eyed magic, nonsense, childlike innocence, rambling, and a list of nothing.

and pictures of cereal.

i call it something i don't have a name for yet.
in the meantime, i think i am going crazy.

not ccccrrrraaaazzzzyyyyy.

sigh