It’s late, my eyes are hurting, and my children make me cry - just because…..
I’m ironing shirts while listening to music. I am growing some kind of beard. I am embarrassed by and ashamed of most of the men I am forced to interact with - they lower the tone considerably, and I hate to be lumped into the same arbitrary group as them.
I think I am totally turning into my father, which I kinda like, because he is fucking awesome, and I wish he wasn’t in Mount Isa or wherever the fuck his enormous truck has taken him and Mum.
I’m a grown man, and I am still baffled by almost every aspect of life, love, and friendship.
‘night all, and Good Luck.
(my Dad would never stand for that kind of language though - he’s more of a gentleman than I)
