The day when the fridge in your new(er) condo poops out AGAIN, for the second time in the six months you’ve owned the place, and you have to pay almost $400 to get it fixed. Blar evil fridge blar! There goes the downpayment for my photo booth… *sniff*
Personally, I made some icons. Some eerie, ghosty, preparing-for-October icons. Spooooky. One for my Edward Gorey fetish: And one for my beloved John Bellairs: AND I figured out that almost all the TV shows I like have rhyming initials. O.C./GG(gilmore girls)/NE(northern exposure)/TP(twin peaks)/BG(battlestar galactica)/AD(arrested development)/BV(buffy the vampire slayer; that one’s a stretch since it should […]