Hm. We spent a few hours last night smelling stinky feet and watching cannibalistic corpses and mutated things ripping people apart limb by limb. It was kind of an odd combination, but I guess stinky feet kinda smell like rotting corpses, so we had some smell-o-vision going on there.

Wonder if they're ever gonna invent that. (I still remember when we were little and somebody was like, "They'll make scratch-and-sniff cards for every show, and they'll tell you to scratch when they get to a certain part of the show!" Yeah, I know, we were just so smart. We were geeeeeniuses.)

"Oh! It's Ada! OmGyou'resocutecomeoverhereandgivemeaHUG! I love you sososo much!"

I love that. : )

I don't need boys.

But I need friends.

Thank you.