June 30, 2010 in Why Do I Do These Things?
I mean, come on. I hate myself enough as it is. You’d think I’d have cut the cord at the end of last season, when The Boys went driving in fast cars around a track as a present or something and watching this made me want to stick my face in a lawnmower, but no – I came back for some unknown reason and I hate myself even more now. Why am I doing this to myself? Why am I watching this shit?
December 30, 2008 in Factoids
That time of year is nearly upon us again. Yes, that special time when the clocks strike midnight and I start crying uncontrollably and start wishing that a rogue satellite would fall from the sky and hit me on the forehead and knock me unconscious until it was all over. Of course, I’m talking about the psychological dread that is New Year’s Eve.
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