It’s sort of delightful when a years-old joke about how much I wanted to see Lady Mary puppeteering Mr. Pamuk’s corpse around the Abbey all weekend, trying to avoid anyone … Continue reading
I wasn’t going to end the week on a rant, but there’s this incurably smug bitch who shall remain nameless who was talking about mistakes other people have made in … Continue reading
Is the colour too cheery? I don’t know, it felt right.
Because I wants to see Lucy the action movie, but I think it’s best I do so in private, where my loud groans every time someone says, “ten percent of … Continue reading
Not because her answers are always right, but because there is nothing as gross as writing in pencil on newsprint. Eugh. It’s like mayonnaise and tapioca and cream cheese’s grossness … Continue reading