it's embarrassing how very little ive been online as of late. truly ridiculous.
since the last time we met (you crazy kids, with your... uh... stuff), i became an aunt... my sister has spawned a child i fully intend to corrupt. just as soon as the whole diaper thing ends. i spend enough time wiping my own ass, i dont need to be cleaning up after tiny people.
i find im tired an awful lot. also tongue tied and brain dead. i sit here... and i had so much to say, but it took so long for the screen to load for me that everything fell out of my head.
all over the floor. what a goddamned mess.
but anyways... since im not coming up with anything amazing, im gonna fuck off for now. if you kids get the urge, come up with what you imagine would be the worst pie flavor ever concocted.
im going with...
broken glass.
eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeew.
since the last time we met (you crazy kids, with your... uh... stuff), i became an aunt... my sister has spawned a child i fully intend to corrupt. just as soon as the whole diaper thing ends. i spend enough time wiping my own ass, i dont need to be cleaning up after tiny people.
i find im tired an awful lot. also tongue tied and brain dead. i sit here... and i had so much to say, but it took so long for the screen to load for me that everything fell out of my head.
all over the floor. what a goddamned mess.
but anyways... since im not coming up with anything amazing, im gonna fuck off for now. if you kids get the urge, come up with what you imagine would be the worst pie flavor ever concocted.
im going with...
broken glass.
eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeew.
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That's the best thing about other people's kids: you get to play with them when they're fun, and then when they're not, you get to hand them off and leave. I love other people's kids.