Jesus, some people are just scum. This story is one of the most distressing things I've read this week. And that's saying something. Why do fucking people have children if they're going to treat them this way. What sort of mother stands by as a boyfriend beats her child. If any man laid a hand on any child of mine I'd kill him. What the hell is wrong with these people?
I'm a bouncy, opinionated, messy haired marathon running (!) bibliophile. I wear high heels and have delightful ankles. I'm a devoted drinker. I want a French Bulldog puppy whom I shall call Batman and dress in capes on occasion.
I would also like a pug, whom I shall name Mister Woo. He can remain capeless, but I will make sure he wears a diamante collar at all times.
Both dogs will submit to repeated snorgling and high pitched squeals that only a dolphin would normally tolerate.
I hate Reiki/psychics/mystics/frauds with all my liver. Also, I'm firmly against Jazz and poetry/poems/pomes/ peoms or any of that stuff. I believe in the healing power of ginger.