My father recommended The Chronicles of Thomas Covenant, the Unbeliever by Stephen R. Donaldson and I fucking hated it. The main character is an awful person. I was waiting for someone to kill him the whole book
I actually remember a lot about my childhood. When I was 4 my mother died and afterwards, for some reason, everyone thought it would be comforting to tell me I wouldn’t remember her in a few years anyway. I remember not understanding a world where I would ever forget my mother so I forced myself to remember my favorite memories. I’d go over them in my mind all the time. And one day when I was 12 or so I wrote them all down so even if I did forget I’d still know it happened. People are still surprised I remember so much from that time, 40 years later.
Didn’t Snoop just recently complain about Disney’s movie Lightyear showing same sex couples? He said he was scared of explaining it to his grandson. Guess he’s trying to fix the backlash.
Too bad he fucked up by playing Trumps inauguration.
Change that KitKat to a snickers and that’s me