Jen's ass is my power source
I need it to survive like I’m Wilfred Brimley and its a goddamn cocoon.
She is 33 weeks and measuring like 37. She has been ordered off work but not yet bed rest. She’s dialated to one, thinning and presenting. She’s got cramps like I gots gray hairs, and that’s a lot cause I got my share. The doc is seeing her every week and the parents are getting ready. I have to call them non descript names like “the parents” cause we’ve...
As always, I am Ashamed to say nothing....: You... →
ashamedtosay: I was running (5K - because windy and vertigo and running do not mix) and I kept coming back to that thought. You fail until you don’t. Everyone learns to walk differently. Everyone learns to read differently. Everyone is handed a spoon or implement and shown how to feed themselves and everyone…
dietchola: THIS IS LITERALLY MY FAVORITE VIDEO ON THE INTERNET
I occasionally post dick-ish things on here
jamiek: If only you could hear the dick-ish things I think but decide are too terrible to post. Your fucking spotty beard looks like what I imagine my hairy asshole looks like Amen to that brother.
This is my 1,973rd post. Jennifer was born 6 months after me, March 1973. Sometimes I think about the randomness of everything. Here was a young couple having their second child, one that would one day be the glue between them. Sometimes I think about Jen’s parents and how different they are. I think how is it possible that these two people combine to make the perfect woman. How? Jen is...
The year I was born. 1972. More specifically 9-9-72 and 7+2=9. Nines. Everything I do ever revolves around the number nine. My address in Chicago was, no joke 2709 W 99th st. All nines and somewhat my birthday backwards. my current address is 2133. You do the math. It’s how I remember things, phone numbers… Everything. On 9-9-99 I turned… wait for it… 27. I...
I (don't) want to get out of bed
Affection with the teenager is her kryptonite EXCEPT when she’s sick. When she had mono earlier this year she cuddled with me like like a boa constrictor. I have a lot to do this morning, wake up and somebody has a fever and is right next to me. Damn. I can’t say how much I love this. There goes my left arm. Nowshes in her mother’s cuddle spot and I’m trapped. Send...