Sheep
I don’t like the eyes of sheep. They creep me out. Look like serial killer eyes.
I don’t like the eyes of sheep. They creep me out. Look like serial killer eyes.
is a 5 year old, black and tan Cavalier King Charles Spaniel named Oliver.
I’m middle aged. No contacted my parents 5+ years ago. They are guilt machines, emotional manipulators and users who were in and out of my life for months/years at a time. Also no contacted my sister to avoid her drama. Got this Facebook message from my sister today. No phone call. (My number hasn’t changed.) What am I supposed to do with this info? I’m not looking for any deathbed reconciliation. The sad fucking thing is that I question whether my parents were really that bad or is it me? (My wife likens my family to being in a cult.) Just came here to vent. Thanks for listening.
I have enough of SNL. Put it to bed. Give something else a chance.
That’s the title of my upcoming autobiography.