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I woke up happy, but now I'm goddamn frustrated with the redundant hoops you have to leap through to get paid by some sponsors. (I'm looking in your direction Fetish Wealth!)
![]() Fuck. Well, at least the sun is shining and I have a hot cup of coffee on my desk. My daughter is home from school, semi-sick. Stuffy nose, watery eyes, and all that jazz. That means I'll have a cold in another day or two because my kids like to hug me all the time. Little weirdos. I never hugged my parents. OK, I probably hugged my mom, but never my father. The first time I remember hugging my father was almost two years ago when I was hospitalized the first time for being a giant, weepy, pathetic, useless mess. It made him really uncomfortable, and that made me happy. ![]() OK, here I am exposing my life once again. I'll stop now. Move along people. Nothing to see here. ![]()
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