Point the first: I had a lovely time at the den with and last night. Thank you, ladies, for your stimulating company. Point the second: I dyed my hair an appalling shade of fake red when I got home. Appalling, I say. I think it’s called ‘Radioactive Red’ or something. Point the third: Justin had […]

Fuck you, umbrellas Your pointy tips threaten me: Rain is far better Long, metal fingers Clawing beneath black nylon Hungry for eyeballs It’s only water! What are you, melting witches? Suck it up, sissies Precipitation Makes city dwellers panic, “Oh no, not my suede!”