No toys in my living room…

… it doesn’t match my decor. Therefore, plain and simple, kid’s shit doesn’t belong in my living room. Or bathroom. Or kitchen. Kids have bedrooms. They can keep their shit in there. I just don’t care to look at legos or batman toys or some godforsaken Pokemon obnoxiousness. Nope. So, while scrolling through the ‘book…… Continue reading No toys in my living room…

Stop Adulting, You’re an adult.

Seriously. The word ‘adulting’ sucks. Its absolutely asinine. Why, as adults, do we keep using it? Let’s think about this rationally… we are adults, right? By definition, we are bill-paying, child-owning, dinner making, house cleaning, adults. We are old enough to purchase cars, booze, houses, or have ice cream for breakfast- or cereal for dinner-… Continue reading Stop Adulting, You’re an adult.

I don’t even know what a blog is, really.

What the hell am I even doing? No, not with my life. I think I have that figured out. Maybe. Who really ever knows, right? But a blog? Vlog? Let me get out my Urban dictionary. Where the hell do I find an urban dictionary? Amazon? Oh, good to know, its an app. Shit. That’s… Continue reading I don’t even know what a blog is, really.