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..

My 'Deen'

Contrary to what people actually think, I find myself quite religious. Not exactly pious of course, but I have my reasons.

Sleepless Nights 63 - Anarchy

I read V for Vendetta - Again - and my God it has not lost any of its fucking charm. I feel like a goddamn groupie baring my tits for a lead guitarist during a concert.

Not pictured: Me baring my D cups.

Exam Blues Philosophy

It's during the days when I should be studying, these fucking thoughts linger in my fucking mind. It's a sign, the governing forces of the world does not want me to study.

Sleepless Nights 62 - One Does Not Simply Walk Into Mordor.

Well, apparently, one can be as passive as possible and make it into Mordor. With the ring.