Journal
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for good.
Today, a four-year-old told me he was potty-trained. This, reader, was a lie. I didn’t know it til he was fighting for his life on the toilet (eat some fiber, kid), and creating a radioactive atmosphere from the depths of… Continue reading
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tubthumping, kids and gonzo.
All I’m going to say today is this: the song “Tubthumping” by Chumbawamba has been stuck in my head for multiple days now, and it’s verging on antisocial. I keep doing mediocre tasks around the house and quietly singing, “Pissing… Continue reading
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observations from the dark.
When I was young, as in, an actual literal child, I took myself extremely seriously and was very easily embarrassed and/or offended. Not my best trait, for sure. As a twenty-and-a-half year old, I’d like to think that I’ve come… Continue reading
words for the wind 