There's a chance I maybe definitely went to the casino on Christmas day after moving to a new town and accidentally won a grip of cash and decided that it was because of Italian Space Magick.

So, I may or may not have emailed Cinemagic at 1:30am the day after Christmas about the cost of programming Moonstruck every full moon for the next year for "art", and had a bit of back and forth before they rightly deduced that they were corresponding with someone that was profoundly mentally unwell.

That's all to say, I am pretty sure I was Italian and/or Italian-American 2 past lives ago.

Brother, my dick has led me to beauty and enlightenment in ways you cannot even begin to fathom.

(someone remind me to delete this when I'm not delirious)

Got big sad thinking about how I got to see a pristine restoration of Wheels of Fire just a week ago, but how Moral only had a molded negative to remaster from. Also, how power dictates who remembers what, and how.

aaaaaaaaaaaaannnnnnndd then cheered myself up by making a lil gif to annoy friends with.

All I know about the mid-80s was that apparently back then, boring dipshits really loved getting saved by interesting women, lol.

I think about Vin Diesel jumping out of a plane to Hatebreed a lot.

Hell YEAH I got Mommy issues. My issue is that Vasquez and Ripley ain't my moms.