flaming hobo

i went to see cloverfield last night. the shakiness of the camera and the stress of the movie made me nauseous. i loved the monster, it was really fucking awesome looking, the way it moved and walked around. i liked it but it felt like the movie was missing something.



i bought a pair of tights with the black line going down in the back of the legs.

last night i set a mouse trap with peanut butter on it. i'm going to feel really shitty if it does kill a mouse...