I have a f***ed up immune system. Yeah, the snot’s so high up my face, I can’t be bothered with writing a classier opening sentence. I’ve come again for my, what has been for a while, monthly self-pity party. A smashing rant for a starter, whining for the main course, and I can’t be bothered with dessert because, you know what, happy things are lies. Cupcakes are con-artists. Continue reading “Of Allergies”
I’ve become everything I swore I wouldn’t be.
Well, not everything, but imagine if I wrote the above sentence in all caps with an exclamation mark and an airbrushed picture of myself with Macaulay Culkin’s iconic expression from Home Alone. Nah, even that won’t be clickbait-y enough. Continue reading “Of Bad Habits”
Her parents deemed her of ambrosial* quality.
Black wires grow on her head+
For which their is little accountability.
Her pater is to blame for its heredity. Continue reading “Amrita: In Defence of Her Hair”
Here’s a collection of absolutely hilarious Darcy memes, handpicked by yours truly. Enjoy!
It is too hot to write essays. “April is the cruellest month” by T. S. Eliot has been making its annual round inside my head this (not so) fine month. Continue reading “Of Indian Summers”
Feck! – Where’s my drink?
Drink! – Drink! Drink! Drink! Continue reading “Padre Giacomo”
Our mutual friend, Bitter Blogger, has joined the esteemed rank of William McGonagall, Adrian Mole and Kristen Stewart. The internet has dubbed her, The Worst Poet of All Time. Continue reading “News: Blogger Named Worst Poet of All Time”
I’ve been thinking a lot about death recently. I don’t know why, as I am hardly a morbid person. Miserable yes, not morbid. Continue reading “Of Thinking about Death”