I Just Wanted Cute Pictures

Mommy being dead has everything to do with everything.

Bedtime Was Twenty-Four Hours Ago

I literally wrote on my hand so I'd remember to write about it later: Luciana, car, funny, hate life.

"No Daddy, if I have to take a bath so do my guests."

The one time I wanted histrionics and you gave me a wave.

So spending an entire week with you was amazing. Kind of like eating a poop sandwich with chocolate in the middle.

Turns out I have NEGATIVE chill when it comes to Luciana.

Both doors are the wrong door.

You drive the bus. I'm the passenger holding a bag full of poop toys.

That's a penis. We don't boop the penis.