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I've got an enormous headache from straining my eyes to read text from a tiny 4 inch by 4 inch window on the bottom, left hand corner of my screen all day. Things need to change. And by things, I mean desks.

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.