live laugh luminol

having a weird craving for a ride in a rickety 4-seater prop plane from the 1960's

valentines from 2014

the 65 year old dude who trained me at my job and whose extremely tedious stories about traffic on rt 2/refusal to deal with his broke ass hearing aids filled me with murderous rage started bringing me a fucking. huge homemade muffin from his wife almost every day

the good news is that a nice lady from Campbell & Brannon sent me my substitute 1099-S form so I can get a tax return and buy a washer + dryer

if I don't sink my teeth into someone's upper thigh meat soon I'm going to crumble into dust send help

always be silly

Marvel really cannot produce one second of believable dialogue I mean do you know how bad people want to sell their dead parents' shitty old boat???

is this doing it for anyone