I went and blocked both of his twitter accounts, and his fb account. I guess it’s officially done now... *sigh*

Seriously. Your comments are clearly mildly facetious (at minimum), and you’re realistic and level-headed about your circumstances and feelings on fostering or adopting children. And this person swoops in and tries to chastise you for not writing a thorough novel regarding your fostering application, all whilst…

I mean at the very least I appear to be running out of people who can die and since ex didn’t pull his usual and come crawling back on NYE he can’t leave me again in 2016.

Giganto doggie heads are the best. Especially when they’re attached to sweetie-pie punkinfaces! WHO’S A GOOD DOG...

Her giganto head is on my lap right now, I'll send over the compliments ;)

This is a lovely, lovely dog.

Aww. I hope 2016 brings you much joy to mitigate some of the pain 2015 brought. Here are some pictures of one of my NYE dates! Hope it cheers you up a little.

Gah! D:

Yuppp. Watching a movie and drinking margs with my mom. Already cuddled up with my dog and PJs.

Hi, I’m not Sarah McLachlan.

Going out is stupid. Drunk drivers galore! No thank you.

Diet Coke and my son went to fetch me ice cream (what? He’s 20!) since all Santa gave me was a wretched cold that damn well better not be strep. (Spoiler! I’m 60% sure it’s strep...)

You guys, I have no champagne.

I’m having a dram of Glendronach 12 and I’m gonna have a steak and mashed potato dinner with me mum.

I was planning on going out with my sis but she changed her mind. Also bars are packed with drunk assholes, and going out sucks. So I’m staying home, and I think i’m ok with it. What are you guys up to?

I like and respect Laurie Anderson, but this makes me cringe. It seems very second-year-art-school-student to me.

She has to be involved. I mean, either she’s involved or she has the lowest self-esteem in the history of the low self-esteems.

That meme doesn’t apply: I was never, at any point, losing the debate with you. You never even debated! You simply walked in the room, took a dump on the floor and claimed superiority.

Funny you should say that. “A fly on the wall” happens to be Trump’s image consultant.