Of life, death, bannanas, and Millennium Falcons.

      Darth Hashtag suggested the title today, so let us all give a hand to this obscurely named Sith Lord! *clapclapclap clap* And remember the wisdom of the Doctor; always bring a banana to a party. It's not a party without a random banana. So, I would love to brag a little. BEHOLD.

My retro handheld beauty!! Do you even know how cool it looks on my desk?!?! And today, I tried to classily arrange my new comics onto a display board and tack it up on my wall.

      Lol NOPE.

      The idea was admirable, the execution was not. As if I have enough space on my walls to tack up anything else. BAHAHAHAHAHAHA NO.

      Shut up Spotify. I couldn't give any less fracks about the Biore Scrub Shuffle Playlist.

      I saw Anakin Skywalker's lightsaber in the children's section at TJ Maxx today. I want it. WANT. And then my mother threatened to disown me, ground me, and take away my allowance if I bought it and "wasted my money on this scum." :'( No one understands our love. The dialogue progressed like this.

     "You aren't buying that junk."
     "BUT I NEED IT."
     "What is that crap?"
     "OMG it's not crap, it's ANAKIN SKYWALKER'S LIGHTSABER."
     "Victoria, why do you need a childre-"
     "BECAUSE YOLO."

     Life is not the same without wasting all savings on nerdiness.