He Wears His Heart Safety-Pinned To His Backpack - His backpack Is All That He Knows

Hello, peeps! How goes it in the outside world? I've been stuck here in my house since yesterday morning. I haven't been outside - just seen in through my windows.

I want fries . . . . ssssoooooooooooooooooo bad right now . . . . .

I just read BPRD: Killing Grounds. Now I'm sorta sad, cause Cap'n Ben Daimio just died. :'[

I know it's not as bad as an actual person dying - such as Jimmy the drummer from Avenged Sevenfold - but it's bad enough. I feel sad. he's never gonna grace the pages of BPRD again. He's never gonna be mentioned again. That's what happened with Roger.

Of course, there was The Universal Machine, in which Kate Corrigan searched for this book to bring Roger back, and they showed Roger's grave, but Daimio turned into a monster and went after people, then got killed by a wendigo.

He's not coming back.

*sad face*

And I can't even get to a yarn store to get yarn for my jacket! I still have that soft purple, but it's not what I had envisioned. I'm disappointed.

But I read this book - Wintergirls - and man, is it trippy. One girl's bulimic, one's anorexic, and the dead one's trying to kill the live one. It got me so bad the dead girl, Cassie, invaded my dreams and told me to commit suicide.

Creep-py.

Well, friends, a toast to the dead. Ben Daimio (fictional), Jimmy (real), and . . . um, other people.

~Jink, whose pants were stolen by someone wearing cat ears . . . . wtf?