Being that I'm so swamped with the whining and ranting and lusting after art, my Fall decorating has tragically fallen by the wayside. I haven't even bought a damned white pumpkin or mum for my porch yet. I might as well put the Sauce-mobile on blocks and get a goat to take care of my yard. I'm a waste of a human.
I think the only type of seasonal decorating I'm going to be able to manage this Fall is this:
I feel like the Ron Swanson of design bloggers.
If you don't know, this is from the McSweeney's essay "It's Decorative Gourd Season, Motherfuckers" and you read it every year when the leaves change while drinking a pumpkin spice latte out of this overpriced motherfucking mug in honor of the glorious season, y'all.
It's just like "The Night Before Christmas." But with more cussing. And a mask I make of pumpkin skin and human teeth.
Tradition. It's important, fuckfaces.