For so many little reasons

I am having a bad week.

The child turns 5 soon.
My house does not feel like my home.
My mom is in town.
My mom is in town and I have to work.
Business has been slow today.
My jeans are too tight.
I need a haircut.
I need to wax my eyebrows.
I need to shave.
I need to get laid. (Hopefully after completing some of the above needs.)
We are out of Nutella.
I am very hungry right now.
I miss my friends who have gone away.
People I love are sick and I can’t take care of them.
People I love might forget about me soon.
I am tired of losing people.
I am tired of behaving like a selfish child over the whole damn thing.

Words cannot be found.

I found this when I was re-arranging my daughters room.

Yes, that is a bed post, and yes my bedroom door does have a lock on it. Not to be sexist, the man doll was similarly restrained on the adjacent post.

Thanks for always getting me in trouble

Are you cereal?. . Yeah I'm a frosted flake and you’re a fruit loop.

Would you like a leg with that?

I used to be just like you, then I had the stick removed.

Holy-God-fucking-son of a shit.

Hoooon-kie.

You drinkin’ young lady? . . . You buying officer?

We chased boys and each other, drove to fast, drank to much stayed out to late and did all the things we weren’t supposed to do. No wonder you look like hell. I still <3 you.  Happy Birthday.