Four words to sum up a Tuesday night.
HOLY SHITSNACKS, CAT DEANGELIS!
Two more: FOLLOW HER.
Okay, four more: INTO HELL IF NECESSARY.
She’s flawless and you are missing a thing in your life if you haven’t studied everything she does in that hotel. Wait that was 22 more words. Oh screw it, because also: HAYLEE NICHELE. After literally months of bad timing, I finally saw her as Shaw in the window and it was glorious. The bruise on my shin from gracelessly hauling my big ass over and through rather than running around will attest. Crazy limbs and creepy writing and gross blankets!
Shout out to Manderpeeps, both official and guest-types. Love you sonsabitches *hic*. Hey, how much gin is in this glass anyway?