Tagged: fuck


Sled Island Day 2

Day 2. The plan was to not be as wrecked as yesterday. It sort of worked. Thursday at work wasn’t as productive as I wanted to be, but what the fuck did expect? Not...


No strings attached

Don’t hate the game, hate the player — oh wait, it’s the reverse: don’t hate the player, hate the game. Whatever. Either way, hating the game or the player is beside the point. The...