I’m not sure if this is more telling of my vocabulary or my reading choices, but I rarely have to look words up anymore. It’s amusing to find such choice morsels as “consanguinity” and “ovine” in a work of sci-fi.
Hard to believe, but it’s been two years now. At least I’m not still waking up in the middle of the night to go cry in the kitchen and punch the floor until my fist hurts more than the memory. If I weren’t paying off this hospital bill, I’d go for some more ink therapy. Also, goddamn the Bible Belt for banning alcohol sales on Sunday. Bottle of Jack sounds like just...
Who The Fuck
decided that book burning was the new “it” subject of hipster photography? You know who else liked to burn books, kids? THIS GUY NOT SO SEXY ANYMORE, EH?