It's 1am, Saturday night/Sunday morning. I'm watching "I Know What You Did Last Summer", and pining the pattern for a bum roll to wear to Ren-Fest. I'm singing "Whooa-ooooah, livin' on crumb cake!" because someone (I'm not naming names) got it stuck in my head. I have stuck myself several times, and I already cut the crap out my fingers making a ( Read more... )