You know you’ve had one and you know you’ll have one tonight. And, seeing as it’s getting harder and harder to keep up with each other at the wall (and I’m too much of a lazy sack to keep posting things folks send in to twodreams), I’ve set up our own little confessional booth that any of us can call in to. I was planning on testing it a bit more, but figured we’d need it tonight. Especially after I saw this.
So, apparently, Ms. I Wanna Kill Myself and Don’t Care That Folks Need Me feels like staying in the mountains tonight. Yes. Tonight. WTF. I swear, if she wasn’t so damn hot.
So, if you survive the damn scream, call in and let us know you’re ok. Confess your nightmares. Whatever. I don’t care. Just call in. Especially if you see Saint Feline.
