Snip.

I'm sorry that spending 32842934 family dinners together a year doesn't provide him with enough family time.

Give me a break.

That invisible umbilical cord, that shit needs to be cut quick. Real quick.

Media Blog.

I believe I need to start a photo blog like so many others because this "thinking of something significant to write" ain't cutting it.

The Demon Barber of Fleet Street.

I cannot wait for Sweeney Todd.

Johnny Depp, Helena Bonham Carter, and Alan Rickman?!

I can hardly contain myself.

Tim Burton, don't fail me now!

Daniel Johns is my new reason for living.

Sure he's as thin as a toothpick and I'd probably crush him under my seemingly thin, but actually quite heavy body, but heroine chic is in and his life battle with anorexia was obviously a gift from his gods rather than an affliction. If only people were as optimistic as me life would be a lot more crass, offensive, uninviting, and...amazing.

I love Fresno, California and Daniel Johns.

Guess what Velvie?

I conquered Fresno, California.

No, it wasn't as we expected. There was no farmland, no cow pies, and no shotguns aimed at this minorities' head. Rather, in its stead, there were overly friendly faces, a shopping utopia, and...unexpected debt.

I love Fresno, California.