Two things.

1. Finished Madame Bovary last night and I think Gustave Flaubert gets a pat on the back. Ah, Madame Bovary. So beautiful and bored. Many times I wanted you to crawl out of the book and have a stiff drink with me.

2. Heres one of my favourite photos of the late Dash Snow:

No you son of a bitch, you aren't.

Improper use of 'amirite?'. Play on words? I see none of it. I shouldn't care too much about this, but my PMS says otherwise.

iamneurotic.com

I think I might have gone overboard with submissions, but this is sort of a weight off my shoulders.

I am slightly neurotic.

I have little compulsions and routines that I must go through (which I may have already mentioned) in order to survive. This site says that I am not alone. There are other slightly neurotic people out there that also care about where the open side of their pillow is facing.

Also, the pictures of myself at the start of each post isn't one of my neuroses. This blog is a vanity project and I just want the whole world to see my delicate, well-crafted face.

So, i'm pretty sure i'm crossed off the organ donor list

Get a load of that beatiful swan.
I think I just drank my body weight in alcohol. It's a tough life i'm living.

Also, on the 27th of September I said:

"I've started reading Madame Bovary and i'm starting to get into reading and after the first page i've already decided on the next book to read"

1. What the hell? that entire sentence doesn't sound right.
2. What was that book I was so keen on reading right after? God damn it.