Went to go see Murder by Numbers
with my fag hag roomie (stewicked
) this afternoon. Good movie, even if the murderers were kind of gay subtexty in a creepy kinda way.
Got home in time for all the drama centered on our former roommate who has been casting swine right and left. Hmm, I shoulda bought more popcorn for the show.
I have a few short story ideas now, but I need to do something interesting with them now. Time to beak with the doomed romance routine and just write something creepy again.
Oh yeah, and we got to play with the ferrets at the pet store. I want one, if only because fish don't make good familiars.