Amelie (Le fabuleux destin d'Amélie Poulain)

The best thing about films are when they introduce you to a fictional character that seemed to fucking fit into the criteria of the girl that you would lose an arm for. Sweet God Audrey Tatou, you have ensnared me with that god damned smile...

That smile... That smile... Hnggggg....

Sleepless Nights 64 - Disappointment.

I had something awesome to write about when I was under the shower just now but I forgot all about it and now I'm stuck here thinking that if I just keep on writing some random bullshit, it'll get back to me.

Oh yes, this is definitely going to work out.

Sir Google strikes again. This time, he brings you an apparently good band called Tomorrow's Friend.

Puzzling.

While I may have a pretty good understanding about most common things and all that, I find myself quite puzzled over some things. By puzzled, I mean I end up having a dream about it. And by dreaming I mean nightmares. And by nightmares, I mean pantaloons shitting horror.

Sir Google's understanding of 'Pantaloons shitting horror.' I must say spot on.

The History of the Bent and the Broken.

I return at last from a week of no access to my own porn laptop! I'm on a writing binge right fucking now, something I haven't done in quite a while. Basically not doing anything except writing, writing and more fucking writing.  I've completed a short story, working on another and now simultaneously writing on this blog. And shivering because it's so god damned fucking cold. And smoking. And drinking coffee.

Because fuck you that's why.

Vacation through the Awesome Room.

No, my room is not awesome unfortunately, it's more of a dump to be honest. I am however proud of my growing tower of cigarette boxes. I call it the tower of DEAAAAATTTTHHHH.

Like this, only minus the girl, the clean table and well... Minus everything..