Occasionally.

I have absolutely nothing to say.

SunNYTX: 22.

A toast to Stacy.

I'm going to go to bed, wake up early, watch The Sound of Music, pop open my lone bottle of wine from Rwth, and toast the bestest ever teacher I ever had while reading her book, A Problem Like Maria: Gender and Sexuality in the American Musical.

Ah life. Why are the good ones always gay?

Dream Girl.

fauxpas is official my dream girl for the year, making her fourth noteworthy appearance in my dreams. Last night, she and I were paired up with Jesus (no, not that Jesus; well, maybe that Jesus, we weren't sure) and trying to discover the source of some mysterious mystery. After searching through the many mansions on the street for clues, we had found only questions, dead bodies and missing people. Finally, at the penultimate house, we managed to get some information. There was a man there, going insane and wasting away in the attic who was willing to give us some cryptic information. It all seemed to do with a tattoo he had. Or didn't have anymore.

See, there was a "cult" of some sort that was using power from the ancient gods to take control of the area. But something had gone wrong, and it seemed to be this guys fault. The power was supposed to be imprinted in massive complex tattoos, but he had altered the needle to make the process go faster. The result was that the tattoo had imploded on itself, and threatened to pull in the rest of the man's skin into whichever strange place it had gone.

Armed with this new knowledge, fauxpas, Jesus and I set out for the last house, a mansion filled with danger that would take us a long time to search. And I woke up to watch The Sound of Music.