Happy birthday, dipshit. I really miss you. Maybe I'll go throw a birthday cake into the sewer where we dumped your ashes.

It’s a Thursday night in Austin and it’s nearly impossible to find parking at my local cinema and that makes me so happy I could cry.

Some personal news.

Anyway, on Wednesday I’m legally* allowed to make a statement about my future. Maybe I’ll premiere it here a day early, just to be sassy

All I wanted for 3 months was to be invited to this place, now I don’t know what to say (I rarely know what to say in the other place)