cartoons, candy, and comic books make me weak in the knees.

( new! the extended version:
your faithful servant, reporting to you from the front lines of the human experience. suffering the bombs and the bayonets and the rising tide. risking the scrapes and scuffles so you don’t have to! storming life’s rocky beaches and scarring its serene shores. and i can ride my bike really fast, too
that’s right, cats and kittens: its the grand homecoming of the famed chameleon girl: rip-off artist extraordinaire!
i’ve just returned from some exciting, romantic expedition of some kind abroad, full of all sorts of danger and intrigue. combing the shadows and inner recesses of the dankest, darkest jungles looking for the fleeting heart of saturday night and our nation’s collective wasted youth.
just call me “atlas.” )