Monday Morning Commute: Charlotte Bronte Sexy Cream Pies


…If you get the title, and you know what a cream pie is, you’re my target audience. Welcome to the Cult. My raging juvenility knows no bounds. It’s a gorgeous day out, the sun is shining, the window to My Dungeon is cracked open. Life is swell.

It’s probably going to rain tomorrow.

I’ve spent all weekend holed up in the cave, reading shitty Villette. I’m so fucking sick of British Women’s Literature, I could spit! Spit! Fuck.

Monday Morning Commute. Every Monday I’m going to detail the various things I’m either currently or will be watching, reading, playing, and listening to in the next seven days. It’s Monday. You’ve got a long week of school, work, or compulsive masturbation to get through. Tell me the arts that you’re indulging in, to stave off suicide.

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