Archive for the ‘Angst (mine, kids’, whoever wants it, come and get it)’ Category

    Misery loves company…

    Saturday, January 9th, 2016

    ..but then we’re all dead to you, so everything should be unicorns and rainbows for you now, right?

    Hope you are happy and content, however. Really. But somehow…I don’t think you are.


    Saturday, January 10th, 2015

    This is merely a test.