I was fortunate enough to grow up loved I came out of the relationship with a healthy sense of dysfunction that comes from being loved by crazy people wrestling with their own issues...but what I did grew up without is the abundance of swag stuff toys whatever you want to call it so when Evil and Genius with their mountain of swag complain of boredom I have to suck in a big load of are you fucking kidding me and stifle it down my throat like the nasty piece of crockery that it is.
I've become accustomed to ignoring their wails of boredom because I'm far too busy picking up the mountain of shit they've littered around the house.
