My Cardboard Balcony

...I've got nothing, guys. I'm sorry. Just the same old, same old. But hey, Halloween's coming up, and that's my favorite holiday! So that's cool. I mean, don't get me wrong, I love Christmas and Thanksgiving, but Halloween's my favorite. PlusIgettobeFlynnRiderthisyeartomyfiancée'sRapunzel I mean, what? Nothing. You'll see. Also, go, Giants. My baseball team's heading to the World Series for the third time in five years. Awesome. Anyway. Have a great night and a great weekend and all that fun stuff, people. Love ya!

Satan's Son Eats His Lunch by Belinda Roddie Damien was getting hungry. Time to devour some more souls.

I didn't know if I was more attuned to Lindsay's feelings than Alice ever was, but Lindsay loved to tell me that I was "one of the few people" who understood her. I could see how her relationship with Alice was deteriorating, and in all honesty, it nearly broke my heart. Alice was a wonderful woman - passionate, kind, intelligent - but she just didn't seem to get her own girlfriend. And even I couldn't even figure out why.