Too Exhausted For Narcissism

I'm so tired I can't even pull any ridiculous, navel-gazing bullshit out of my ass to cover today's "yeah, yeah, I'm going to post every day again" obligation. So have a funny picture instead.


Did you laugh? I totally did.

And now I kind of want to hear that song. Curse you, iPod! How is it possible that you do not contain the wonder that is Gin and Juice? A crime against good taste, surely.

Interesting observation: when you're in the mood to listen to Gin and Juice, there is no musical substitute. Gin and Juice is, as Stephen Fry might say, a unique child born of a unique mother.

Indeed.