Welcome home you fuckers…
Today I will mostly be knitting and eating pigs in blankets and watching Mary Poppins and trying to write something that is not completely meaningless, or perhaps totally meaningless and taking pikkers of my feets with the camera.
Boxing Day, I think I love you.
No longer naked but what kind of existence is it for the little Christmas Tree?
Pikker by Maffews.
Our first Christmas Tree. Naked but soon to be dressed
‘Like a Christmas tree. So special. Then, bam, it’s on the side of the road. Tinsel still clinging to it. Like a sex crime victim. Underwear inside out. Bound with electrical tape’, Marla Singer in Fight Club.
You’ve got to love that filthy mouth.