I’ve spent a lot of time on the floor since the season seven finale. I’m just working through some things.
IT’S ALL HAPPENING.
Sorry for the delay; I met Gillian Anderson this past weekend and retroactively blacked out last week.
Move over, Backstreet Boys; I have a new favorite Millennium.
The end of season six consists mostly of Scully and Mulder dreaming about their relationship and touching each other’s faces. Cheers.
Season six, never leave me.
“Spacelings,” so hot right now.