To compensate for what I am sure was less than satisfactory midterm in history today, I will devote my evening to Bill Murray and the beauty of. Nothing makes me happier than Bill Murray's lackadaisical acting . . . happiness abounds. Oh goodtimes, I call you Lost in Translation, The Life Aquatic and if time permits The Royal Tenenbaums. Sometimes all I want to be is a small Bavarian child with gifts of crayon ponyfishes for my heros. That, my brothers, would be fucking awesome!!
I love you Trotsky, please accept this crayon ponyfish as a symbol of my love. sigh.
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