I am trapped in my own head, held hostage by some mean little person who hates me. The craneal dicotomy is a real killer. I was recently convinced by one of my tightest friends that I am, in fact, fat. Shhhh, don't tell them, it would kill them to know that that's what I thought. When push comes to shove, nothing from the outside can really touch what you hear in your head. Everything else becomes just so much external white noise.

Pity is bad. Self pity is worse.

If I knew all the words to "Lunatic Fringe" I'd post them here.

No, I'm fine.

Really.

Hey Wryguy, can't you just strap it to his face? And they wonder why I don't have kids.

O.k., given the spoilers on Tempests site, I feel I must say this:

OMFGOMFGOMFGOMFGOMFGOMFGOMFG!!!!!!!!!! THE GODS OF THE MOTION PICTURE INDUSTRY HAVE SMILED ON US ONCE AGAIN!!!

Pant! Pant! Whew.

XM2 was farging AWSOME. Nightcrawler is my new favorite person, and I wish I were a mutant. I called my sister on Sunday to see if she'd seen the movie, and we babbled like 14 year old boys about how awsome it was. Yep, rabid fan girl. Don't tell my boss, who already shakes her head sadly everytime she sees the wallpaper of Kane (WWE Wrestler, for those who don't know) on my laptop. SPOILER ALERT! I only wish they'd let Colossus have more of a part. Kay Sara, next time!