|AN IGLOO MADE OF BOOKS BY MILLER LAGOS VIA FUCK YEAH, BOOKS|
I NEED THIS IGLOO AS MY SAFE PLACE. READ INTO THAT WHAT YOU WILL, IMAGINARY THERAPIST
Sorry, I'll try to fucking ARTICULATE next time. This is a RANT.
I just said thanks, but no thanks on the baby stuff. I'm having enough trouble deciding what to eat for dinner let alone thinking about when I'm going to spawn. Actually, that reaction right there has calmed me a little. If I were properly grown up, I might, you know, not have lost my shit at a well meant and kind offer.
As you were.