So I watched my first Stephen King films yesterday. Hayden and I had a movie marathon.
Dad already knows, he's trying this thing where he's a little less overbearing, so I'm trying this thing where I'm a little more honest. It's weird not sneaking around, though.
I guess you can get me Night of the Living Dummy books if you insist, dad, but if I have nightmares about Slappy coming to destroy Storybrooke, that's not my fault.
((The movie marathon did happen at the TW/BH genderbent Pack House, so if anyone living there wants to say they met her, that's fine.))