“Looking forward to killing you.”

Got home at almost 3am.
I slept through almost all the daylight. I woke up at 7pm. 7. That's impressive even for me.
No one disturbed me.
Arm is already sore and marked with red welts via my darling Maya.
Puppy peed on me in the first hour of being home and holding it.
And my mom is making curry tonight.
Perfect.

One can never add enough glitter to a husband's memory.

Clyde hates me and refuses to stare at the computer.

"I wake pies and make the dead. That was creepy. I make pies and wake the dead.”

Secret Santa dinner.

“I’m sorry about your next best thing magic dad.”

“Brb, I’m going to find something for… Uh, can it still be considered dinner at this point?” –Kaila (2:52am)

"Lumpy mattress? Lumpy dreams!”

I need to get on my recreation reading. Soon.

“If this van’s a rockin, I’m being murdered.”

Composites.

Expire is the last breath, inspire is the original breath.

"I suppose I could take pay my bills with blind kids smiles but their money is a lot easier.” –Pushing Daisies

Oatmeal or cereal. Highway or side street. Kiss her or keep her.

Meet me in Montauk.