Now entering the great state of Apathy. I feel like I’m out of fuel. I’m out of motivation. I love some things, but I love nothing TOO much, you know? And I want to. I really really want to. Feel full of something. I don’t know the point of things most of the time. Why so empty, heart? Why am I constantly hungry for something, yet too apathetic to find what it is?
Raising three boys and teaching them to be respectable men. I love my job and I'm always sarcastic with a strikingly unconventional sense of humor.
