Hey, man, lookat me rawkin' out, I'm in the radio.
I do not like mornings. I don't do mornings.
I...just wanted to change the face of my journal. It's not like I ever manage to ever blog, either. The desire has completely left me. So my computer is doing a scan, and I have halfarsed time to ramble on about the importance of being earnest, and pitying the poor sod Ernest for what he doesn't deserve.
I've been thinking a lot about vampire fiction.
It's bizarrely entertaining, in concept, but the charm of it fades very quickly if one overindulges.
Hey, I like semi-human mythological creatures just as much as the next git, but...oh, that's