Blog: Bad Fotography

The past two weeks have been filled with nothing but mediocrity, apprehension, boredom and anxiety. The occassional uplift comes from the presence of good friends, but as we sit and damage our livers further with more alcohol, you said to me: "You act like you're 19, but you've gotta realise that you're 23 now! Grow up!" Do I act like I'm 19? Fuck you. In between all this, I realise that I've talked about Magic Wands to you before, somewhere, outerspace. There is a crescent key that locks a hole in the door. Somewhere [...]