Darling Clementine

I’m going to ignore the PETA shirt and choose to focus on the poorly-dressed, buck-toothed, heroin-junkie child my husband still insists on “dating.” We need to have a long talk about this, Mr. Roth.

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“The 27th. I’ve been letting people know.”

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I’m sorely disappointed with the lack of horror movies on TV this month. It’s just wrong and sad. ha! Even AMC, who a couple of years ago would show them all October long, is relegating them to only the 30-31. Boourns! There’s plenty I could watch “On-Demand” if it would stop asking me to enter the parental code. WE DON’T HAVE A DAMN PARENTAL CODE. I need to figure out what’s up with that,

So, to alleviate my disappointment, I’ve gone upstairs and pulled out every movie I own, but haven’t watched, that’s supposed to be remotely scary. I think I start with Hostel and work my way from there. (Oooh, Peaches! After the dream I had last night, I think I figured it all out… maybe, )

Anyway, that’s what I’m doing this weekend. I’m going to get up soon, get all of my other planned crap out of the way, then come back and get to it. I may need to buy some crack while I’m out,

I need this creepy fucker in my house.

Crafts Day at the Mental Hospital

Good thing I can’t justify spending 300+ dollars on a doll or I would own that bastard to-fucking-night.