Three things.
One: I am registered for classes in the spring now. It goes a little something like this.
Two: It looks like the search engines are starting to index the 'Fish, and we (Joan's on the fish... and you could be too!) are starting to get some weird hits.
Which reminds me: Fashion poem, fashion poem, fashion poem, fashion poem, fashion poem. Madison pours beauty onto vanity's shoulders.
So to everyone I used to know who has stumbled here via the photo galleries: uhh... hello. Please, try not to take any of this seriously yet; I'm still trying to decide what to make of it all myself. But... thanks for taking the time to read this much.
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Three: I hope the Abduction of Robert McMahon isn't indicative of some curse on my family no one told me about. The thought of losing half an arm doesn't bother me so much. I'm just afraid that watching the murders of my flesh, blood, and love of my life all at once would pretty much destroy me from the inside out and eradicate my soul, you know?