Bailey Jay
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The Problem of the Puer Aeternus
My mind is killing me. On the one hand, with Sertraline in my system, my mood’s improved significantly. While scientists haven’t found a cure (to my knowledge) for innate cynicism, I’m not as angry after work as before. Also my dips are spread apart (two since I started taking the pill in March), so that’s Continue reading
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Season Finale Pt. 2
Last night, I compiled and burned two playlists that I dubbed the soundtrack to this blog. Featuring songs I embedded, mentioned, or quoted (in titles or otherwise) on this blog for the last three years (Oh My Wow, right‽). The CDs are meant for my quote/unquote “sisters,” Miranda and my butt-faced hipsis, Ashton Cutright. The Continue reading
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“I Don’t Care if It’s Klingon or Na’vi”
Every now and again, I have a spike in visitors and views. Today is one of those days. No idea why, though. “Bailey Jay nude pics penis hard on” hasn’t even made an appearance (though after this post, I can guarantee that it will). So that just leaves a sudden interest in reading what I Continue reading
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“Acid, suicide freedom of the blast”
Every now and then, I feel obligated to mention the person who gets me the most hits on this blog. Linetrap herself, Bailey Jay (a.k.a. Harley Quinn). Since the post mentioning her and Izzy Hilton, perverts looking for her naked pictures have generated my traffic. And for that, I thank you. Am I the only Continue reading
Chapin City Blues 