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…

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.