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They apparently make nail polish especially for dogs.

I think Charlie needs to be a pretty princess. Or maybe red and green for the holidays?

Hello, my name is David Weyland. I suppose I'm rather behind in joining this network, as I've been doing most of my social networking through our own site, but I was told it was a good place to introduce myself.

I work for my father, Peter Weyland, at Weyland Industries, and I'm very excited to be a part of the new and, might I say without sounding too full of myself, revolutionary technologies that will soon be made available to the general public.

The play went amazingly, and I'm sort of sad that it's over. It's always this huge rush to get to opening night, and I feel weirdly empty now that we're done.

I'm going to go through withdrawals until the spring play.

Ugh Christmas music is everywhere. I can only handle so much, world, and the same ones over and over again just give me a migraine.

Harry Dresden
Thank you.

Ah kinda feel like punching stuff. Anyone wanna get punched? Or you know go find trouble with me?

Mystery is solved. I lived through the werewolf bite.

Those dreams are - I don't even know anymore.

When my teeth come out now, my eyes change with them. This is not a good look for me.

Self-cauterization. I don't really recommend it. It's unpleasant.

( Mildly NSFW )

So I haven't really been in the best Christmas spirit lately. Not only is this my first Christmas without my mom, but it's also real close to the anniversary of when she died. Like all the other holidays this year were hard, especially Mother's Day, but this one just feels worse. I had thought Christmas was going to be different. I was gonna give Alyssa a promise ring cause I thought we were in it for the long run. Ijust had other plans, which would have made it not so bad. I really appreciate The Starks taking me in, but I just thought things were gonna be different by this time.

Stayed home from work today on account of these wicked bad headaches I just started having. Yeah, okay, it sounds like a teenage girl problem, but for real. It feels like my brain is oozing out of my eye sockets or something.

Basically, I spent most of my time on the couch in an aspirin-induced haze, which I guess makes good dream fodder. Dream!Chuck almost got his normal life back, but now there's this rogue band of CIA agents who are trying to make their own Intersect. Things were going super good with the blonde love interest until someone (you know who you are) showed up. And tricked me into upgrading my current Intersect.

Oh, but, hey! Dream!Chuck saved the world from a possible third world war via an old arcade game, then hooked up with his old girlfriend who totally digs his whole secret agent thing. Well, the sort of secret agent thing. Like, more of an agent. He's not great with the secret side of it.

Back to the original conundrum, though, best cure for what feels like imminent brain implosion? Anyone? Bueller?

So, finished decorating the apartment for Christmas. Not even sure why I did it. Not like I have family coming, or like family wants me home at the moment.

Probably just end up watching the Hallmark channel and making fun of all their movies with some seriously spiked Egg Nog.

Speaking of, what is the absolute worst Christmas movie people have seen? I'm curious. Personally, my pick is "Holiday in Handcuffs".

OPAL!!!

( Cut for image of le smashed tree )

Dudes. What.

Jupiter Ascending Trailer

I think everyone lost a bet being in this flick.