Where the Adult does a brief check in on himself and his progress since last posting.
Where the adult, roughly two months from moving out, tries to work through feelings of both "home" and what that word means to him.
Where I attempt to go through my process of developing healthy mechanisms as virtually every corner of my life has been torn asunder... Oh, and I wax lyrical about the toilets at work.
Howdy Doody! How's yer week been? You've used this opening style in the last week you jackanape! In case you missed it, there have been a few developments lately. Here's todays song! Not super clever here, but look, I'm going through stuff. Please stick around... In the last month, in almost any defining way (bar … Continue reading Father of The Week!…End.
I don't know the correct way to start this one. I've deleted the opening possibly a hundred times, if not more. Every sentence feels, Like a labour. Every sentence, a sentence. I started digging this little hole in the internet, precisely because I knew this moment was coming. The hopes would be that by the time … Continue reading A Parting Of Ways
Howdy Doody! Yesterday, no wait, we'll say today because it's more meaningful, FINE, FINE, we'll just say Yesterday marked an occasion. It was the one year anniversary of me creating this place! No song this time, but I hereby give you permission to listen to whatever it is yer currently blaring. Only, I never did … Continue reading An Anniversary… Of Sorts
Howdy Doody! I'm going to attempt to try to filter myself and maybe if we're very lucky, leave here with 700 (spoiler: I make it to 500) words or so worth reading. What's new with you? How's yer missus/mister/person? And the kids are holding up ok? Ahh, that's good to he- Right, you've had your … Continue reading Attack of the Man-Child