Who am I why am I here and what does it all mean and should this be punctuated?
Other people blog about all of the fabulous, exciting sex that is apparently waiting to be plucked from the tree of life. I should be a cougar, right? I should be sitting at the end of a bar ordering rusty nails and wooing the next generation of Benjamin Braddocks into my lady lair. Why doesn’t that appeal to me? Am I neutered now? Did that happen? Have I become some sort of asexual freak? Aagh. I need to go red lipstick and shiny jumpsuit shopping tomorrow. This shit isn’t funny any more.Continue reading →
So, you’re depressed after a breakup or a hard time at work. You’re overwhelmed by an insatiable urge to smear lipstick on your face like warpaint and run into the street, screaming, crying and singing Morrissey songs. Yeah – I mean, we’ve all been there. But follow these pro tips to release that pent up energy without getting yourself stuffed in the back of a paddy wagon or counting the ceiling tiles at the psych ward.