Shit wars
I take back everything I said about him being cute. I just went down there and scrubbed the walls that Tatjana had so lovingly painted with a beautiful umber color. I was scrubbing the shit that he had taken out of his diaper and spread all over the wall. Yes, folks, this is real life in technicolor.
So much for Jazz Fest, so much for rest, so much for whatever. I’m done. Shit undoes me.