Oh yes, chicklits, it is Monday. That time when all coffee bites back with that saccharine-savvy aftertaste and the fucktards leer from the rooftops to snicker at your workaday commute from Hell.
The good news is that once again, there’s fuck-all to do but blog and write and snicker.
It could be worse.
I might actually have to work for a living.
Could you imagine???
