Somehow, and I’m not quite sure how either, ILB hasn’t alienated every single person out there during our four-year reign of blogging supremacy. Read more…
Some days, blogging is like cutting open a vein to let the poison out. Some days, this is all I, you, we have: an outlet where our thoughts get manifested as a desperate shout out to the world. Some days, all I can do is type until the words make no sense to me but hopefully to someone else. This is not one of those days. This is a day where we laugh at a Canadian sexcase who’s stalking some that chick from the Bahamas who got boyed up a few years back. Read more…
Things I know/care about Gil Scott-Heron:
- His dad played for Celtic
- Literally nothing else Read more…
