First law of thermodynamics. Trading in arcane knowledge. Minneapolis is home. Delightfully ungovernable.
Electric Wall Honey
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My little dude just straight tackled Goldy to the ground
These children looking at me with blank curious stares as I flip my shit over the recent clean up of paint balls and poop and then the mere suggestion we make slime with glitter glue. Jesus , Saint Mary, and Pete pray for these children.
As a fellow type-b, we’d be better off with more of us in charge. Alas, I have no means, wherewithal, structure, or motivation to make this a reality.
*pile of kids
Having an ash tray in the airplane bathroom makes it seem like having a quick potty smoke is still an option. Just saying.
Three hours into a flight delay I’m pretty sure the pilot just said fuck it, smashed some buttons, and I’m on a rogue flight to somewhere now.
My position always has been, always will be…more bollards everywhere!
Surviving the storm under a heaping tangled pike of kids. It’s great.
Electric Wall Honey
Electric Wall Honey
Electric Wall Honey
Electric Wall Honey
Electric Wall Honey
Electric Wall Honey
Electric Wall Honey
Electric Wall Honey
If I have to do one more social pleasantry today I swear to god I will die.
Not me up wandering around the house in dark practicing how I’m going to haunt the place someday
