I seethe with disgust at the sight of your face. I can’t say your name because I hate the way it feels on my tongue. Why can’t I stop loving you.
You can snuggle here, kid, but you've got to clean up your act. This is absolutely disgusting. That cat used its one and only tongue—the same tongue it eats with, the same tongue it keeps itself clean with—to bathe a toddler's sweat... Read Post
Apparently the only possible reason I could feel this way is because, on some level, I am seething with jealousy and bitter, childish rage over their ability to succeed in the face of my unequivocal failures. Read Post