This blog sucks. So I ate it. Except for the end. Ends are acquired tastes, and I haven't acquired them. In fact, I'm starting to think that I'm allergic to ends. I go into emotional upheaval for about a day whenever I finish reading a novel. Movies, less of a reaction, but a reaction still.










Anyhow, I leave you (despite the sore throat, runny nose, itchy eyes, and constant sneezing) with this didiom: Rock, fuck you bitches