I've hit a weird sad wall again, which was only worsened by my sudden desire to find a picture of me and my dad in my photo box. Of course I found special greeting cards from various people, pictures I probably shouldn't have seen again, and more pictures that I wanted to see, but only made me more sad.

And now it's Friday night and I'm sad.

Look at me being a hateful bitch towards my dad, who was telling me to “say cheese” with the females with whom I share blood.

Seriously. Seriously look at your three year old child. That’s who they will be for the rest of their lives.