Amen. Except the boundaries have been so blurred that people can’t distinguish between them anymore.

I had a conversation with my 10 year old last week about death. He was playing some freebie video game on his old iPod and explaining it to me using language so vile and callous…using it so nonchalantly…(well mom, the objective is to shoot your opponents fingers off their hand one by one…then the toes, arms next, then let’s, then pop their head off like a cherry. It makes a sound…POP!)

Okay I totally made the description above up because I hate video games and honestly can’t remember what his did except set off alarms in my head.

I said he needed to delete that game . Too violent. He said but mommmmm there isn’t very much blood and you get infinite lives….

And I kind of pounced on that. Alex, you do understand that no one gets extra lives. That killing you’re doing for fun, somewhere in the world, right now, people are dying and it is the only life they are ever going to get?

I think I may have overreacted but the truth is that reality and fantasy is so blurred these days that I don’t know how explicit I have to be to make sure my kids know the difference. So sometimes I push too hard.

You keep letting your rage fall here. People aren’t nearly outraged enough if you ask me. ❤

Also, I think I want to marry Seattle and have its babies. Broke up with WF, you don’t say?!?

It’s about fucking time someone did.

Hooray. 🎊🎉🎊🎋💗

I still don’t know what I want to be when I grow up, but I know I want it to be spelled right and punctuated correctly. I guess that’s something.