“Get on the fucking ground… NOW!”
“WHAT did I just fucking say” – he said as he came around the corner.
I smiled. I did. Not because I thought it was funny. 1,453 more words
Yesterday at work: a $2,000 return on an insanely slow day. I have like eight sales but the biggest one is for less than a hundred and fifty dollars so it doesn’t amount to shit. 248 more words
Fetlife assholes are like small yapper-type dogs. They make a hell of a lot of noise, which has exactly zero muscle or meaning. Like poodles, they’re all bark and no bite. 402 more words
Get home. It’s already nearly nine.
Go in to hug boy, who I haven’t seen since 8:30 this morning.
In process of putting boy to sleep, transition from “I missed you” to “Goddammit it’s time to go to bed, do you want to lose privileges tomorrow?” in the span of perhaps fifteen minutes. 61 more words