Pizza's here, 'bout fuckin' time ...

This is so a placeholder post for tomorrow. Between the paperwork, putting together the bookshelf that will house my bust collection, and catching up on TNA PPVs on DVD (it's Final Resolution 2005 on tap tonight), don't have much to say.

Um ... watched "Exorcism of Emily Rose," which fell apart completely at the end. "Mrs. Rose, when did you first notice your daughter starting to stab her chooch with crucifixes?"

I threw "Ape Escape 3" and "X-Men Legends II" in the Wal-Mart layaway system last night.

New chapter to that story I wrote a few weeks ago coming up tomorrow. It might not look like a part of the same story, but it is, I swear.

Time to eat. I leave you with this ... why does Sonjay Dutt suck so bad?