Hello again. Don’t mind me, I’m just losing my fucking mind over here.
Hello again. Don’t mind me, I’m just losing my fucking mind over here.
No one can hate quite like Nick Christowitz does. That’s why we brought him on board to provide you with a weekly dose of cathartic venting. If you hate it, he’ll point it out. If you don’t, you’re about to.
No one can hate quite like Nick Christowitz does. That’s why we brought him on board to provide you with a weekly dose of cathartic venting. If you hate it, he’ll point it out. If you don’t, you’re about to.
So Nick felt last week’s rant went so well he’d like to vent s’more. Take it away, Mr. Christowitz…
Hello everyone. I’m back. Last week’s column went well. I was only personally attacked by a few individuals. Guys, this shit isn’t serious. If you take my brain goo’s spillage seriously, it’s time for you to get a hobby. And no, smoking a dooby and vegetating, mouth agape, in front of your television doesn’t count. For the rest of you who read this for entertainment, here are a few more things that grate my tits.
The first in a series of Friday rants by Nick Christowitz, but we’ll let him introduce himself…
Ok, so here it goes. My first rant for this wonderful blog. Let’s hope it pisses at least half of you off. Let me start by introducing myself to those who don’t know me. I’m Nicholas Christowitz. I run a small graphic design studio. I’m a bit of a cunt. That’s about all you need to know. Because this is the first time I’m writing for Another-Day, I’ll be bitching about 5 things that grate my tits. Here we go!