Hey.

Let's go for a change, beauties and rogues. Let's talk about how FULL I am.

I'm so full. I just had two-- two!-- loaded baked potatoes. I think I may die. But, god. There was cheese. And boiled egg, and sauteed onion. There's also some teriyaki chicken, but, I can't deal.

I re-read Helen's take on the script for Grease 3. You can find it at the bottom of the page. I also recommend the AU guerilla shorts.

Gorilla shorts.

I'm also unclean. I'm full of baked potato, and I'm grungy. Don't touch me if you're about to perform any magical rites. You'll end up with some kind of wonky Jess Whedon slime demon.

Yes. I'm definitely feeling very human.

I have nothing intelligent to say. I could talk about *nsync. But, man. I know when enough is enough. I just wanted y'all to know the state of things.

Also: I found that neon sign I was looking for. It's my hands. I gotta use my hands. I'll expand later.

--I don't mean that I will grow larger. I mean that I will talk in greater detail about that vague thing I just said.

Take care, y'all. I got the love for you.

Alestar
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When I don't understand things, I have to analyze them until I do. It's just the way I deal with the world and I know it's annoying, but it's better than beating checkout boys.