Guinea pig love

So, we have guinea pigs now. My son, my little man, as I often call him, has been dying for a pet. We’d talked about a dog, gone to a shelter and ¬†looked and found none that would work in our home. My son left crying when I had to explain to him it wouldn’t…

Writing in anger

This isn’t fucking high school. It’s life. And there ain’t no one getting out alive. Suck it up and deal with your own shit without bringing me down.

Because I plan on living as happily as I know how and cultivating my good karma and enjoying my family and things I’ve worked fucking hard for.