So tired of playing with this bow and arrow.

I've an old computer hidden behind a big red curtain in my closet. The computer sits on my dresser, and the keyboard and mouse and I sit on the floor in our underthings.

They say that if you are pixieled, you should turn your coat.

We saw Marie Antoinette, not for free exactly, because New Jersey is a highwayman, but very nearly so. I'd like to discuss it with you, if you should see it.

Time Zone on South Street is going out of business. With its passing, nearly every element that was important to what South Street meant when I was young and strange and lonely will be gone. But, as a result, I got a pair of knee-high Doc Martens for hardly any money at all, comparatively. I feel too decadent.

Rebecca: I've heard about your plans, and would really like to request pictures, please. Even moreso, I wish that the little circus we all seem to be forming could occur in one place. What are you all being for Halloween? I'm to be The Converted Savage, Escaped!

Oh my. Parker has brought me ice cream. I'm off.