Why should I *have* to like cooking?
Why should I worry about calorie intake and the amount of sugar my kids ought to get? We have dentists and I have money ergo…well…figure it out.
Why should I be buying the bedsheets and crap all the time? Aren’t there any geometric patterned bedsheets and covers to ever tempt a man into buying one for once in his life?
Why should I have to buy the deodorizers for the house? Can’t anyone tell if there’s a stink? Does estrogen give me an enhanced capacity to sniff stuff out?
Why can’t I just sit still and be like Al Bundy? That was a good life..
Random. Structured. Haphazard. All Me. 