I pretty much only blog when delirous. Tis a rule.

Everyone's definable. This is merely an outlet. I only love my cat. Will trade my entire existence for smaller tits and a great singing voice. Roald Dahl makes me cry, Oscar Wilde speaks to my youth, Terry Pratchett makes me grin, and Dr. Seuss steers me right. I hate insincerity, I try not to be a grammar-snob, and I believe a person should always be thoroughly well-rounded. Go to:
http://faceofmine.tumblr.com/
To see my face.
Go ahead, hit me with 'em. (QUESTIONS)