Maybe I forget the crimes I commit. I do have a bad memory.

[trinityvixen]

I dreamt, vividly, last night, and I remember it so well, perhaps, because I was woken abruptly by a series of coughs that are the last remnants of a cold. (Yes, I caught a cold in summer. Sigh.)

Basically, I was walking up the steps to my parents house, after hanging out with friends, when two men--one of whom was James Van Der Beek--came up to me

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[xannoside]

Is it weird that the first thing I thought when I read this was, "why the heck is she is murder-pals with Dawson?: