December 2011
36 posts
If a tiger loses all his hair, he’ll still be...
Christmas is a horrendously overindulgent, faux religious piece of shit holiday. No one cares on what date a fictional character was born.
One thousand years from now, theologians will probably be arguing on what date Harry Potter was born for the purposes of a national holiday.
I hope everyone eats a lot of fucking food and enjoys their pointless gifts. Merry Christmas.
My bookshelf.
A copy of Front magazine, heavily scribbled over in pen. I like to read it from time to time but it gets boring.
A well-read textbook covering the history of the British Isles, dog-eared at the interesting parts.
An expert guide on how to look good, leather bound with crisp photos on the central spine.
A notepad containing a collection of other people’s thoughts.
A copy of my...
