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What are you waiting for?
To combine
Frasier
American Psycho
Vertigo
and Silence of the Lambs
Watch "The Perfect Host" With David Hyde Pierce.
Man, that's an oogey role, and awesome.
Side note- David Hyde Pierce walks exactly like one of my exgirlfriends.
Creepy.
I wish I had more for you at the moment.
I've had some work, I'm running out of work... rapidly, I've changed tires 5 times on one car,
I'm gonna put on my gomez mix... pretend I'm out in the middle of nowhere... working at nothing
with my dog
and crisp
quiet mornings.
I miss my hands on someone else's hips, feeling that loose grip on
things.
almost 10,000 views... I'm averaging over 70 views a post?
Weird.
I'd like to call this progress.
Comfort.
Triumph.
Its the closest thing I've had to it
in a while.
Only 290,000,000 til I can get a bottomline retrofitted missile silo.
Maybe I should just build a cement bunker and wire/plumb it...
can't be THAT much more than a 1 story rancher.
I have to clear out the house in Topeka. The lord hath decreed it... without offering to raise a finger for it.
I need a moving truck, warmer weather, running water, and at least a full week to get it done.
My mother would like to come along to pick through all of my grandmother's crap "to see if she wants any of it"
... it sat up to my neck for six years with me regularly begging people to get rid of it, and suddenly I'm expected to help move it- and wait for my travel companion to putz about with it.
Can you tell how ecstatic I am over this turn of events?
Guess how many times I've called bullshit in the last week...
Finished Metal Gear Acid
and I mean finished.
204/204 cards.
For some reason Acid2 has gone up in price from the last time I glanced begrudgingly at it.
I need things to do.
Halfpriced moderately/poorly reviewed handheld games I can drop at any moment are on that list.
For some fucking reason.
I'm probably going to wind up ignoring it though
in favor of assembling another kit
or reading another saga
assisted by awareness altering teas
my dog
and my paltry sum of poverty.
It'd be much less insufferable in a cozey quaint shelter
60 feet underground, and caked in reinforced cement.
