I don’t know. I’ve always sucked at all forms of detachment, and I can’t see cool from where I am. I can’t even read the road sign.

My ex is awesome at it and he’s a huge tool.

I noticed my son doing ironic detachment the other evening at the football game and I almost lost my shit seeing him act so much like his dad.

From now on, at least with me, that kid is gonna look like the title sequence of Kids' Incorporated when someone greets him in public.

K!!!!!! 😍😍😍😍 I!!!!!💥💥💥💫💥D!!!!!👍👍👍S!!!🎶🎵🎼😍😍😍

Because I don’t play that shit.

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.

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.