the cook, the thief, his wife and her blogger

when will the rain end? it's a biblical downpour and i just hope it tapers off slightly before i have to step outside and face the grimness.

is it just me or does "Xanga" sound like an L. Ron Hubbard race of aliens?

the Actors' Studio playwriting teachers are absolute nincompoops and they don't know jack about shit.

ask why only if curious...