I weep for her poor feet. I can't even imagine my pregnancy feet in those....would have been like a pork roast trussed up by a bdsm pro.

My daughter was born 2 weeks after I turned 19 and I felt it was incredibly important for her to know I was her parent not her friend due to our chronological proximity. She’s 22 now and it gives me great joy to see her doing a all the fun stuff I couldn’t because I didn’t get to do it. But, I try to stay somewhat…

I missed sex Ed entirely. The baptist school I went to didn’t teach until 10th grade and it was a “Marriage Preparedness.” I switched to a Lutheran school in 6th grade. They had Sex Ed in 5th grade so other than football coach telling the girls not to be whores in 10th grade health class, I completely ignorant. I…

I thought I'd run out of fucks, guess not. Seriously, fuck that woman beating fuck and his idea that a man being a father to his child is a noble rarity. Fuck his stupid face for perpetuating woman as gold digger fuckery. Time to hate drink my coffee. I just fucking hate this fucking fuck.

Once went to a Pizza Hut with grams and my young daughter. I love them both but doing anything with a two year old and a variably mobile, early stages of dementia individual was difficult. We picked pizza because pizza is a universal thing that crosses generations.