Wedged in the bum crack of boredom.

The clouds outside my window are perfect, suspended puff-balls. They look like the clouds in Pixar films, or like the cloud Monkey Magic used to ride on (still jealous). This leads me to tell you that I am bored on a scale unimaginable to the average postal worker; where the concept of stabbing my eyeballContinue reading “Wedged in the bum crack of boredom.”