Which means basically void of any real intellectual value, and produced because I'd rather write it than my now long overdue paper. I promise I will get to explaining the Eliot soon! Promise promise promise. Also, I promise a post on how weird the Pre-Raphaelite obsession with Ophelia is, and what the hell that has to do with Hello Saferide.
For serious guys, I am going to write smart things here someday.
But for now, all I really have to say is this: I want to be live in New York and be a YA author, just so I can hang out with these guys.