Mother's day came and went. My mother died when I was Seven, so you can imagine how farking thrilled I am about this holiday. I'm also a born cynic, so I hardly care for the hallmark sentimentality anyway. But, I called the mothers I knew and wished them a Happy Mother's Day.

I see women have kids, and never find it fulfilling. And a lot of those women hate their husbands. I don't think I can take that sort of shit, and I think I'll get a vasectomy. Besides, the future looks so fucking bleak, having kids might be a form of child abuse now.