Love Is Kind of Crazy With a Spooky Little Boy Like You
So, I've had it up to here with my webhost, and I'm shutting down my site. ::shakes tiny fist:: It's all at Gossamer, anyway.
What else? Well, I've been living and breathing Mulder, and looking out through his eyes, and this weekend we were up in the woods, sort of hanging around and bored, and S. was writing something on the back of my shirt with tiny burrs. Turns out it was this:
How did she know? Because kids are like dogs; they sense these things.
The funny thing is, none of you would call me anything less than a die-hard X-Phile, but I've never owned an action figure or been to a con or had Mulder's basement poster, but for a while on Sunday I had an unauthorized X-Files T-shirt! So, suck it, 1013!
What else? Um, they'll have Port-au-Prince rebuilt before I get this story done. Sorry, Denise.