True story— before I had the computer, I'd spend about 3 hours a week at a neighborhood cybercafe'— remember those, kids?— at five bucks a fucking hour. THEN, I finally got wise to the university library, and saved myself many dollars per week at the cost of a 25 minute trip. Thank GAWD I have a computer in my home…

Worst part is when you wake up still panicked and it takes you 15 minutes to remember you graduated 30 years ago.

Is there a market you can find tzatziki sauce? I've found stuffed grape leaves at my new job, but no sauce.

I just want to give him a nose-job. That beak offends mine eye.

THANK GAWD I'M TOO OLD FOR THIS SHIT!

He was constantly busting phony mediums, but wanted a seance to try and contact him post-mortem.

And posting it all online so future employers can reject you.

Even after Coven?

3 people in bed is like two people in the shower— someone's always out shivering in the cold.

I've had one GREAT experience with a threesome — basically just three acquaintances getting together for a fuck-party — and a lot of miserable attempts at them.

It's said that's what HPL based the Great Old Ones on.

I should point out that, in my case at least, the DDD route can lead to hysterical laughter and throwing it in my face at every humiliating opportunity. Lot to be said for silence, guys.

Ughhh— you said the loud part quiet and the quiet part loud.

I'm no longer positive that MTV is a real network.

Niecy as a lesbian definitely works for this bi white guy.

Ugggnhh— work bad. Work long. Watch looooots of Simpsons marathon. Watch Dr. Who late, like very much. "Attack eyebrows" — ho ho. Sleeeeeep now.

He JUMPED!

Most of the Doctor's enemies end up genocided; he used to agonize over this, but I think 12 is going to be a bit more bloody-minded about things— at least until somebody (Clara?) slaps him in the face with how awful he's become.

Well dammit, I guess I've got to see it.

Nice ass, that's about it.