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Last night is officially fired. I'm tired of the dreams, and the nonsense they bring with them. I didn't need to dream that I was bait in a trap for Scott, or that he almost left after Jean died things got bad, or that Logan planted bombs all over our stupid floating island to make us all leave it.

Especially not after the day I had, in addition. I'm going to spend the non-work portion of today eating caramel ice cream with vinegar and hope to God I don't dream again tonight.

Hello, all. My name is Ororo Munroe. I'm originally from Portland, but moved here about ten years ago to work for Operation Go Home, which helps homeless youth, with a special focus on LGBTQ kids. I love my job, and genuinely find it rewarding.

In my off time, which isn't much, I'm a food blogger; you can find it online at [web url]. I'm divorced and live in Mission Viejo with my cat. I hope to meet you all eventually.

So far, being eighteen is amazing.

Really, I wish people would stop blathering on about how Miley Cyrus is going to end the world with her bottom. Though I suppose this is because I know what certain photographers have incredibly tawdry photos Carly Rae Jepsen.

Hey, y'all! So the vintage of my wine that just came out good for drinkin' - I made way too much. So I'm gonna give anyone who answers this a free bottle of their choosin'. Just let me know what kinda fruit you like best, and I probably have somethin' you can have.

Legal people. No high schoolers are gettin' free wine from me. Jail ain't near as fun as they make it out to be on Showtime late at night.

THERE'S A SPAM MUSEUM

OH MY GOSH

WHO WANTS TO TAKE A ROAD TRIP TO MINNESOTA