i'm starving and the closest thing to lunch is a mugful of individually wrapped lifesavers.

ms. mysterio-so? dear ann the frankest, i'm not mysterious. i'm infuriating sometimes, but mysterious, not really. the thing is, i've set off on a whole new foot and i don't wanna drag that other bad foot behind me. things got too fucked up and political at the old station. so now i'm here and i'm doing things completely different. (read = i just want friends!)

grumble grumble goes my belly and so, i'm off to search for pennies and crumbs in the hopes of satisfying the monster that is my appetite today.