“Say I feel all sad and self-indulgent, then get stung by a wasp, my misery feels quite abstract and I long just to be in spiritual pain once more – ‘damn you tiny assassin, clad in yellow and black, how I crave my former innocence where melancholy was my only trial’.”
–Russell Brand, Articles of Faith
Six times the little devils stung me in the ankle. My foot swelled three times its size.
I had the BEST pity party.




“When you’re a writer, you’re doing a job people don’t know you’re doing and you can’t really talk about, and you’re always finding your way in this secret world.”
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