Today, my little man becomes a boy. I just came back from dropping off poor sweet shivering little Speck at the mean-ol’ nasty dockers office. I couldn’t help but get choked up on the ride home (and even now), thinking about how scared the poor sweet little guy probably is. “Where’s daddy?”, he’s probably asking all the doctors and staff.
poor little kid! *sniff*
About jeremy
x jeremy jarratt is a blogger, musician, artist, poet, web developer/designer, armchair philosophizer, teller of tales, and gadabout. Also, something he calls a "behavioral artist." (Not sure.) He is currently unemployed, although he has plans. BIG plans.
Among the things that he has done for a laugh are minor fractures, cuts, scrapes, and various scabs. Though he's quick to point out that he's no imbecile, we're fairly certain that he thinks the word means some kind of medieval pharmacist.
This is his latest home on teh internets - where he stores his swear words, when he's not hurling them at the sun in vain.
