Life, as I know it.
Things have been off for a bit... Jeremy's been rather ill as of late, and most of my life has been trying to help him heal, and manage the rest of everything else. This process was interrupted considerably by myself getting a cold mid-week. Kinda threw everything to pot.
Meanwhile, we've been being social as best we can, and it's been really kickin' hanging out with good friends and meeting nice new ones. Hi, all you peoples! *waves* I'm usually more entertaining than this, honest, I'm just not capable of bringing the A-game lately.
There's been a lot of hefty, weighty thoughts orbiting my skull on a very regular schedule. I feel like posting about some of the major life changes I've had recently, but somehow there's never enough time to frame the beginnings of the sketches of the essays lurking in the background.
Costuming, dance, sex, friends, Inbox = 0, body image shifts, these and more echo in the halls of my brain, yet are still so amorphous... and the worst part of it is that some of these things need to be written out, black and white and nailed into text, so I can settle into my new headspace clean and free of old thoughts.
So much is coming, I want to face with it bright beaming eyes and clear clean countenance, and I need to dump the old scales and emerge fresh and new.
The perpetual human howl, "if only I had more time!" is my rallying cry of late, gathering my tattered shreds of metal capacity and sallying forth into the new day.
Meanwhile, we've been being social as best we can, and it's been really kickin' hanging out with good friends and meeting nice new ones. Hi, all you peoples! *waves* I'm usually more entertaining than this, honest, I'm just not capable of bringing the A-game lately.
There's been a lot of hefty, weighty thoughts orbiting my skull on a very regular schedule. I feel like posting about some of the major life changes I've had recently, but somehow there's never enough time to frame the beginnings of the sketches of the essays lurking in the background.
Costuming, dance, sex, friends, Inbox = 0, body image shifts, these and more echo in the halls of my brain, yet are still so amorphous... and the worst part of it is that some of these things need to be written out, black and white and nailed into text, so I can settle into my new headspace clean and free of old thoughts.
So much is coming, I want to face with it bright beaming eyes and clear clean countenance, and I need to dump the old scales and emerge fresh and new.
The perpetual human howl, "if only I had more time!" is my rallying cry of late, gathering my tattered shreds of metal capacity and sallying forth into the new day.