So This Is?

It's certainly not Christmas.

Summer is over, and just like that, it's a distant memory.

Much like I am.

Grrrrr, that's all I can say right now.

Things will not be ok until I make them ok.

So many goddamn soccer mums driving poorly at peak hour, trying to run into my car - fuck them!  Learn to drive, or keep putting your kids at risk.  I won't shed a tear when your shithouse driving results in your children's deaths.

My 2 weeks of being a househusband are over.  More respect for housewives, being asked or sometimes just expected to do all the chores.  Sheesh!

Better sleep, gotta be up early.

Joaquin out.