
The fireworks never stop. Okay. New Year high is over. Now comes the hard part. Hurtling back down to earth at breakneck speeds, riding a hangover heavier than a bag of wet cement, before ultimately crashing trough the shards of shattered new year resolutions. The best part is that in between bouts of depression and skull-splitting migraine you have to consider tidying. The best part about any party. Trying to appease the two kaijus having a dance off inside your cranium. While wrestling with what looks likes to have been a drunken... Read more