Know What Sucks About Moving?
I'm going to miss the guys at work and my job.
I really didn't think I'd ever find anyone this awesome in Campbellsville, nor a job that's as fun and with so many good benefits. But I especially like the guys I work with. They're the best of Kentucky, bright boys who are rednecks but aren't afraid to make fun of themselves for it, nor are they afraid to play D&D and openly admit it. They're as courteous as dudes can get really, I like. Live for breaks to talk with them.
Going to Dairy Queen down the street to get picked up by John(who I call Lionguy because of his bigdumb mane of hair) from work. WE'RE GONNA GO SEE SCOTT PILGRIM, SO EXCITE.
Then the 21st I'm gonna get to go to the State Fair with Ev, grandparents invited her. It's the last time I'm going to get to see her until Thanksgiving... but I invited her to come down to Texas to meet my family and check things out to see if she'd be cool living there. I've never been more grateful of them than I am now, since they're cool with me having a lady AND with letting her move in once I'm established enough to support us.
It'll be nice to get back to a hub of family that never stays still... I've been isolated in the middle of nowhere for five years and living in a hermetically sealed sterile-as-fuck house and THE FOREST FROM GIRLY HELL for the other five since I moved away. I've been through verbal/mental abuse, neglect, awesome adventures, growing the fuck up from being a whiny little goody-two-shoes, becoming comfortable with my gender identity and I've CHANGED so much over the decade since I've been in Texas and lost contact with family there. And they still accept and support me, in fact they go out of their way to figure out ways to help, understand and push me.
Now I love my Dad and he's done a lot for me but the situation back in New Mexico was just... bad, thanks to Stepmom. Getting chased off from bonding with your own father fucking sucks... And he kinda tries to understand but he works so hard there's very little time to speak with him. Must talk to Ms. Gatekeeper to ever get to talk to him. I have one last lifeline to Dad, though, and that's by sending him art and stuff for his birthday and Father's day. I'll send him pictures of the desert and the sunset and old beat-up trucks forever because that's a language he can understand and I can speak.
I can't do jewelry or 3D design like he and Mom could and can. I just really am no good, and stepmom's always been obvious about thinking comics and cartoons are a stupid profession... But my family in Texas has shown interest and support and hhhh that's NICE to have family really invested in what you're doing.
Dad totally supports the puppet thing though. Because he is an awesome Dad.
hhhhh anyway fuckton of ramble BASICALLY the people I get along with best mostly tend to have BLAZING RED HAIR AND FRECKLES including family and the dudes at work.
Us gingers gotta' stick together, I guess %| ? that has nothing to do with the actual entry though.
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Right gonna go draw now B8