don’t grumble
Fucking tough morning. Need an earworm, anyone? Just before you draw your terminal breath.
Fucking tough morning. Need an earworm, anyone? Just before you draw your terminal breath.
Someone mentioned bottle rockets this morning, as in their daughter didn’t know what they are. So, naturally, I thought of the band. Ahem.
This morning, just after I dropped my oldest off at school, I came to a red light. And was overcome by a wave. One of those mental waves, a mix of sad and tired, of angry and frustrated, of hopelessness. I fucking hate these waves, and they come at unexpected times. This time I was […]