One...last...final...pu~ussSSSHHHHHHHHH ( Read more... )

What passes for corner stores around here are all out of oreoes, my drug of choice when facing multiple essays and 6am bed-times. FML.
They did, however have Milanos, Cheez-its, and 29 cent Batman: tBatB holographic Valentines. Ollie has a boxing-glove arrow, Aquaman is riding a shark! All will be well ( Read more... )

Brokeback Mountain. I am writing a paper on it. AND THE DAMN MUSIC IS HAUNTING MY DREAMS. GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH.

Me and my big mouth are also apparently writing an eight-to-ten page paper on Querelle as well. Which is to say, I will BS about Genet's psychotic queer theory, Fassbinder's surrealist leaning, brutality as affection, the comparative ( Read more... )

Enid. I have never wanted to punch a protagonist more in any media whatsoever ( Read more... )