Repeated giddy blissful moods can only mean one thing...
Time to bust out the HAPPY DORK DANCE!

Among the good things, my muffin of love Instarsia stopped by today with her man.
GODDAMN, I've missed her! We smoked a bowl and talked SG, Doctor Who, and trained Pink Nijna Monkeys.
File photo:


Stayed up late the other night with a huge bag of mixed candy and watched Rosemary's Baby for the first time.
Gripping, surprisingly modern, and the perfect portrait of fear as a palpable unfolding nightmare.

My entire life I grew up hearing "if you were raised Catholic, this movie will fuck you up for life".
Hearing such gossip alongside the fire and brimstone of my childhood instilled in me a burning curiosity about this film. I even remember as a kid being told about alleged graphic scenes of horrible gore and realistic looking demons.
So needless to say I approached the movie preparing for the worst (ie, me weeping in bed with the lights on at 2am unable to sleep lol). In fact, I had such expectations of terror that I deliberately avoided the film until the other night, feeling bold and in quite the Halloween mood.
After all this time these terrible images my mind created kept me from facing the movie.
Which is wickedly fitting seeing as the film targets that abject fear of being afraid.
The desperate feeling of the unreal slowly become tangible around you. Realizing that the glance over your shoulder yielded just what you had thought you saw. Truly terrifying...

I am blown away by the generous birthday gifts I've gotten of my wishlist!
Skullanimal Bulldog


New Bra


Lost in Translation DVD and 16 gig memory card


Briscoe sent me the sweetest package today complete with heartfelt note. I bawled.
highschool Briscoe and me:


Whale necklace = win!


Whale necklace AND amazing bath bombs = double win


Nothing like a luxurious relaxing bath...


Time to bust out the HAPPY DORK DANCE!

Among the good things, my muffin of love Instarsia stopped by today with her man.
GODDAMN, I've missed her! We smoked a bowl and talked SG, Doctor Who, and trained Pink Nijna Monkeys.
File photo:

Stayed up late the other night with a huge bag of mixed candy and watched Rosemary's Baby for the first time.
Gripping, surprisingly modern, and the perfect portrait of fear as a palpable unfolding nightmare.

My entire life I grew up hearing "if you were raised Catholic, this movie will fuck you up for life".
Hearing such gossip alongside the fire and brimstone of my childhood instilled in me a burning curiosity about this film. I even remember as a kid being told about alleged graphic scenes of horrible gore and realistic looking demons.
So needless to say I approached the movie preparing for the worst (ie, me weeping in bed with the lights on at 2am unable to sleep lol). In fact, I had such expectations of terror that I deliberately avoided the film until the other night, feeling bold and in quite the Halloween mood.
After all this time these terrible images my mind created kept me from facing the movie.
Which is wickedly fitting seeing as the film targets that abject fear of being afraid.
The desperate feeling of the unreal slowly become tangible around you. Realizing that the glance over your shoulder yielded just what you had thought you saw. Truly terrifying...
I am blown away by the generous birthday gifts I've gotten of my wishlist!
Skullanimal Bulldog

New Bra

Lost in Translation DVD and 16 gig memory card

Briscoe sent me the sweetest package today complete with heartfelt note. I bawled.
highschool Briscoe and me:

Whale necklace = win!

Whale necklace AND amazing bath bombs = double win

Nothing like a luxurious relaxing bath...

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