Being alive is, so very occasionally, desperately inconvenient.

Heh. I suppose it wasn't the best idea while at the grocery store, to point to a magazine that someone was reading and squeal "That's my boyfriend!!!" But it was true, it was my Spectre, and it was out of my mouth before I thought about it beyond the 'yay' part. And of course the girls who were reading said magazine just looked at me like I was ( Read more... )