Posts Tagged ‘Enemies’

In which Dante hates pigeons and windows. Friends! We are literally confronted by this thing we hate — we would kill it in a second if given even the slightest opportunity! — yet must resign ourselves to our inability to do anything about it. (Also: not every cat is a lolcat.)

On Miranda


In which The Gay Recluse appreciates Miranda. Many years ago we had a friend named Miranda. She was the coolest! She wore the smallest backpack ever! It was gold and she used it to carry her cigarettes in it and nothing else, and even that was a tight fit. She was a photographer and a […]