MJ. Vancouver. This blog is one part writing, one part television, and a whole lot of bleach. Sometimes I read and talk, but mostly I just stare at the wall.
"Why are you standing on the flowers, Breaveman?"

An I’m-sorry-you-were-hit-by-a-van-but-at-least-you’re-kind-of-like-Bruce-Willis-in-Unbreakable-fern from Britany arrived today. It may or may not be mildly poisonous. Thanks?