Really? It's been since December? I really can't get into it all now, but HOLY SHIT has stuff happened.
House: I bought it. Nothing has broken yet. Knock on wood.
Wood: there's been a bit. Not all good. Not all bad.
Bad: ignoring someone after sex.
Sex: there's a time and a place for certain things and language and perhaps NOT on a birthday.
Birthday: I'm a year older. Don't really feel it. Am not looking up plastic surgeons just yet. Younger? Not me thanks.
Thanks: to the company I trust
Trust: I've learned to make sure I vet this through all of my emotions before signing on board
On board: MAN I love boats! I finally got to go on one for the first time in DECADES. Had a nasty ass burn to deal with but that was only one of my ailments.
Ailments: Well, GRACE I'm not. In a short span of time, I pulled my upper hamstring, broke my toe, got a head to toe burn, three massive bruises on my thigh, cut my finger with scissors, cut my nail off with a razor, Oh, and I'm allergic to myself.
Myself: this is what it's mostly about, right? MY life needs to be complete so I can raise three wonderful offspring. MY life needs to be organized so we can all function. Taking care of myself is not selfish or haughty or anything else.
Else: Damn. There's too much, my friends. I will organize and write. And write. And write.
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