Let me see you stripped down to the bone.

An hour and fifteen minutes late for curfew, and Mom doesn't even check the clock when I come in. Who da man? I da man. I always suspected.

Oh, pimping a new, excellent community, to whom I owe my sudden and blissful possession of all Tokyo Babylon music: clamp2share. Because my frightening fangirlism needs more glutting. If you want to weigh your hard drive down with pure, rare CLAMP sexiness, go. I've got goodness I didn't even know existed now. CLAMP Laboratories, anybody?

I read part of the first volume of Yami no Matsuei in Barnes & Noble, and damn it, I'm addicted. I love Tsuzuki.

Losing at Star Fox 64 just isn't acceptable. Especially when the majority of my lives go to some upstart uke-boi punk I will be killing. I used to be so damn good at that game.

It's technically Christmas Eve. Matzeltov.

"Candy canes? Are you mocking me?"

( Guess the movie meme. You know you want to. )

Merry Whatever-You-Celebrate, everybody.