The March Hare

Mmm. Prosecco.

Finally, Id's eating. Hopefully, Lilith will do the same.

Have I mentioned how much I hate it when Id and Lilith decide they don't want to eat for months on end?

Making the best of grackle woes: Observe their interactions and imagine they're from Bellmead. Two female grackles is even better: you can pretend their in the towel section of Walmart...

I am so hungry!

Not quite sure if there's anything better than tacos and Firefly.Well... Okay, maybe boudin and Farscape. But that's it.

Found out there's a place that delivers hot, fresh chocolate chip cookies here in town. I'm not sure if I'm horrified or excited.

The AC at work is busted.

For those completely unaware, it's never a good idea to tell a female, "You look just like your daddy!" It doesn't matter if said father is cool as shit.

That horrible, sinking feeling that hits your stomach when it suddenly dawns on you: It's only Tuesday...

"Now, then. Tell me. What did Miggs say to you? Multiple Miggs, in the next cell. He hissed at you. What did he say?"".... He said, 'I can smell your cunt.'""I see... I, myself, cannot. ... You use Evian skin cream, and sometimes you wear L'Air du Temps. ... But not today."

Goddamn. Is it too early for a rum and Coke?

Looking for new lunch box options...

So damned stoked about the new season of Sherlock!

Packing up in preparation to leave Corpus. Ready to get back home!

Sitting outside of a hole in the wall Mexican joint in a big white van, waiting for them to open. Straight creepin'.

The beach we ruthlessly defiled with horrific depictions of torpedo titties finally took it's revenge. My traveling group and I spent a good portion of the early morning trying to free our 12 passenger van from the sand.

I should be packing.

Boeuf Bourguignon takes a lot of fucking work, by the by.

Innocent statements easily made inappropriate: Just told a kid that they won't be finding any Spongebob in MY pineapple.

Dear Undressed-Female-Who-Turned-Her-Back-To-Me-After-She-Caught-Me-Staring: You were naked. In the front seat of a suburban. At a stoplight. In five o'clock traffic. Surrounded by people. Why the hell are you mad at me?

Goddamn. Let me just say that I have not seen a community anywhere near as amazing as the horror community. I am so proud to be part of it. <3 You guys fucking rock.

Mom is trying to convince me how awesome Twilight is. It's official. My mother has ruined Christmas.

Well. Our fridge is soon going to house more pickled meat than a mad scientist's lab. I hope it all fits.

Toughing out my dislike for whiskey, just so I can have a glass of Johnnie Walker in memory of the Hitch. It's a pretty sad day... made even worse by the hateful comments from people who claim to follow a loving god. Unlike people, cancer really doesn't give a fuck if you're Christian, Atheist, Scientologist, Buddhist OR Pastafarian.