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Things are moving alongggggg.
Outside of a few bumps, things are basically coming along at about pace. Still feels like I'm trapped here, but at least I know everything is in motion, gears, the big wheel, the machine, whatever productivity metaphor you choose. Things is doin'.
Got a new phone, that's always good. Makes me feel like a real person. Plus it's nice to not have to share a phone when either of us spend most of the day texting our respective love squeezins.
I had to mail a letter to a judge the other day. It was lame. I felt like I was writing an apology letter in school or something.
"Dear Judge I have learned my lesson and I promise I will never felony again."
FFFFFFFFFFFFFffffffffffffff
I've been spending way too much time browsing etsy, thinking about how I'm going to decorate the new apartment. IT'S GOING TO BE GRAND I AM SOOOOO HAPPY.
Changes changes changes.
I think I'm making the new year my new official starting point for everything. Turn the pages, end this chapter, etc. NOT THAT IT WAS TOTALLY TERRIBLE, but...... You know I'm pretty ready for it all to be over. Ok, it was mostly kind of terrible. But I'm not blaming anyone but myself.
That seems fair.
Cliff notes, tl;dr version
New place to live, new people (person? Yeah mostly person) to love, new lease on not being on probation and fretting about going to jail every five minutes.
New Year = Start of New Chapter. (Bear in mind that I have never had any relevant changes going on in my life around new years, so this is novel to me.)
Etsy, for all my rocket punching zombie scarecrow needs.
Outside of a few bumps, things are basically coming along at about pace. Still feels like I'm trapped here, but at least I know everything is in motion, gears, the big wheel, the machine, whatever productivity metaphor you choose. Things is doin'.
Got a new phone, that's always good. Makes me feel like a real person. Plus it's nice to not have to share a phone when either of us spend most of the day texting our respective love squeezins.
I had to mail a letter to a judge the other day. It was lame. I felt like I was writing an apology letter in school or something.
"Dear Judge I have learned my lesson and I promise I will never felony again."
FFFFFFFFFFFFFffffffffffffff
I've been spending way too much time browsing etsy, thinking about how I'm going to decorate the new apartment. IT'S GOING TO BE GRAND I AM SOOOOO HAPPY.
Changes changes changes.
I think I'm making the new year my new official starting point for everything. Turn the pages, end this chapter, etc. NOT THAT IT WAS TOTALLY TERRIBLE, but...... You know I'm pretty ready for it all to be over. Ok, it was mostly kind of terrible. But I'm not blaming anyone but myself.
That seems fair.
Cliff notes, tl;dr version
New place to live, new people (person? Yeah mostly person) to love, new lease on not being on probation and fretting about going to jail every five minutes.
New Year = Start of New Chapter. (Bear in mind that I have never had any relevant changes going on in my life around new years, so this is novel to me.)
Etsy, for all my rocket punching zombie scarecrow needs.