My personal rambling thoughts on being a husband, a parent, a foster parent, a PsyD student, an environmental scientist, and other rather random junk that rattles around in my skull.
I like having guns. I am very unlikely to ever use one, but they grant the option of awesome power. It’s much the same reason as I like having a bible.
I frequently consider the possibility that I may be suffering from a dire and dreadful affliction that’s end resultant is simple and unwavering verbosity, but not the salty overly processed form, rather the buzzing clattering type that pains all that are forced to be subject.
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