Well, it’s New Year’s Eve and I feel obligated to do some sort of year end post.
I’m saving my Best Of stuff for I Just Hate Everything’s anniversary in May, so I’ll just leave a few tidbits here.
I wouldn’t take up too much of your valuable drinking time. I’m doing a couple of packs of Mishka knock-off Cruisers tonight.
Yeah, I’m cool.
Unfortunately, unlike a baby, you can’t just tie a werewolf bite up in a bag and throw it in a river.
But you can use it as a vehicle to do some exposition about a previously unmentioned but apparently super important love interest.
An interracial love interest.
Well, this isn’t quite it.
But you know what? I’m tired of looking. ATM is close enough.
Except for that ending. Good god.
Side note: if someone comes in here and tells me that that I missed something and the killer is shown to be tampering with the security footage and I’m utterly wrong, then touché. But I hope they don’t. That would be awkward.