My boyfriend finally started watching Breaking Bad without me. I suppose he got sick of me putting it off and putting it off while I watched that episode of What Not To Wear with the clown lady for the fifth time. But still, damn him!
Anyway sorry things have been a little bit quiet this week. The holidays, and shit. I'm buried under mountains of ribbon and tinsel... the most festive way for a hoarder to go. Here he was born, and here he suffocated on a cloud of red and green glitter.