you can tell a man’s, no, a family’s disposition by the way their dogs act. I’m not liking one of my neighbors at all. And I’d shoot his dog if I wasn’t a dog lover, oh and a Buddhist. We don’t do that. Their dog is always trying to attack my child. I need to meditate more. Mid week rambling.
Portion control? I think the wife is trying to tell me something.
What we make at my job. What do you think about guns in general. Love them, hate them, don’t really give a good damn? Let me know, I’m curious but not judging.
when the hobbies & habits, attitudes and energy that use to make you who you are just seems like nothing but things you should do, or have to fit in, after your child rearranges your priorities? The things that made you cool.
At least you thought they made you stand out. Maybe you don’t really want to look back and see things as they are now that you’re more sober and home more often. I never though I was punk I just didn’t know I was suppose to care. But I’ll tell you what you do now young parent.
You have fun now! That’s what you do! You get some fuckin bow hunting skills! You just have fun, enjoy yourself and who you are, let things go. You can’t be cool anymore, fuck it.
Have a great rest of the week!
Ps I could be wrong
Smile for me! Uhm ok.
Ahk, I’m gonna host an unfollow-a-thon when I have time. I’m following 130 people and only about 12 ever like anything. That’s cool, whatever. I just start to get lost in the reposts and babies I don’t know and have trouble following my good friends. It’s just fun to find new people.
I’ve been lazing about for two and a half months. Tomorrow I’m getting back into training until maybe thanksgiving.
Got to find some discipline
Haha it took me five minutes to think of that word.
Laying here on the floor next to my daughter’s bed. She cut her mouth open in three places and is having a hard time sleeping. She is so uncomfortable tonight.
I’m so happy I was born with patients so I can enjoy doing things like this for her.
I can hear her little breath. She is tossing and moaning. She’ll reach her little hand out for mine. What else would I really rather be doing.
Something
smells like wet dog in here.
I think it might be me.
