Heh.
Believe it or not, this is my 4,000th post. Think about that. 4,000 is a big number. But this is a pretty stupid thing to write about. So I guess if I write enough stupid shit, it adds up.
I’m thinking this may be a good time to stop.
Sometimes I forget that all this attachment nonsense will just cause pain and heartache. It’s good to remind myself now and then to just NGAF.
Drought.
Today is sucking giant donkey balls, so please allow me to grumble a little bit.
I’m better alone now
See I’m torn from my mistakes
And I stop believing that I could ever make things change
How much can I take
When I know that it hurts you
How long can I wait
When I can’t go on like this anymore‘Cause who I am
Isn’t who I used to be
And I’m not invincible
I’m not indestructible
I’m only human
Can’t you see
The beauty in meTake a good look at me now
Can’t you see I’ve changed
I need to take a walk.
I’m very guilty of letting my kids perhaps see a little more than they should, given their age and delicate sensibilities.
From listening to music to seeing glimpses of content on tv to hearing me talk like a sailor (and not like Popeye), they certainly can’t say that I have overly-sheltered them. If this is the best approach won’t be known for years, perhaps if they have kids of their own they will think about it at that point.
By the way, the cartoon is from the fantastic Jim Benton, look him upFind him here. I really like his stuff.
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