Shameful Confession #261
I love Skelanimals.
I know, I know, they sell them at Hot Topic, it's like Hello Kitty for goths, it is a cold and calculated marketing scheme designed seize my inner pre-teen girl by the wallet and shake until I rain quarters.
It works.
I'm not well.
They're selling Skelanimals stuff at Target for Christmas. I CANNOT BE EXPECTED TO RESIST THIS.
There are magnets on my new car now. I am wearing pink fingerless gloves with little skeletal bats on them as I type this. There is a Skull Owl on my keychain, which is actually a Mayan messenger of the terrible lords of the dark underworld of Xilbalba, although technically I think his name is Oliver.
I know, I know, they sell them at Hot Topic, it's like Hello Kitty for goths, it is a cold and calculated marketing scheme designed seize my inner pre-teen girl by the wallet and shake until I rain quarters.
It works.
I'm not well.
They're selling Skelanimals stuff at Target for Christmas. I CANNOT BE EXPECTED TO RESIST THIS.
There are magnets on my new car now. I am wearing pink fingerless gloves with little skeletal bats on them as I type this. There is a Skull Owl on my keychain, which is actually a Mayan messenger of the terrible lords of the dark underworld of Xilbalba, although technically I think his name is Oliver.