frankmask

I've been having an unfortuately high incidence of buzz-kills recently, in which what starts as a good evening will be abruptly transmuted into a flaming pile of drama and/or a headache.

I've decided that the only mature and rational response to this situation is to hide under the covers and pray to Cthulhu for an iminent nuclear apocalpyse.


I still don't have a costume for Halloween. I mean, I could just throw shit together at random, all last minute like, but I'd like to have something fun and cool that demonstrates a certain degree of care and such. I just don't have the time to do all that.