I FINISHED IT MOTHER FUCKERS!!!! ….Eh. Sorry that went vulgar on me really fast! But I am sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo happy to be finished this Everest of linguistics. This book seriously confused me at first, as I’m sure you’ve read and remember my ranting and ravings and reading the book out loud in a Scottish accent toContinue reading “Trainspotting–Irvine Welsh”
Here’s ME, reading from Trainspotting in my Scottish accent, cursing up a storm, and trying not to laugh every time I DO curse. Like I said, it’s a mix of Scottish, Russian, English, Canadian, and sometimes just stilted because that book is written so cuckoo it’s hard to read even out loud. Enjoy!
Not enthused about Trainspotting either! Poor guy! (For the record, I call him partie artie. I’m a word weirdo, not illiterate.)
As you know, my brain has been broken since I read Trainspotting. I think it was a little broken before that actually, I was too excited about going home for a bit that I couldn’t concentrate on one thing at all. I put down like four books, Trainspotting was the only one that was interestingContinue reading “Healing Practices”
I’m broken. Seriously. Not literally, my body parts are all intact, my insides are all cool, but my braaaaain. My poor simple little schnook of a brain is broken. And I know who the culprit is. Trainspotting. I’m a simple girl. I like straightforward stories, I like stories that mess with your mind with aContinue reading “Le Sigh”