Sorry, this is a Veronica Mars blog for the time being.
I am too excited about this. Like I feel that thing inside me buzzing like it did junior year of high school when Buffy was leading up to the season finale and Angel was all soulless and I could hardly think about anything else.
I’m 32 years old.
Forever my favorite. RIP Harold Ramis. You made all of the best stuff. All of it.