(no subject)
So. In the spirit of getting out of this Saudi rut where I’m doing nothing and questioning everything… hence forwardeth begins an era of questioning nothing and doing everything. Possibly twice, or three times. Free from whatever’s held me back from truly being myself for the last few years you can look forward to the kind of spam you remember from the days of yore. Is it yore? I think it’s yore. Yar. It be yore. Maybe not as tarty (not going that far into yore y'all), but certainly as spirited.
A woo, a hoo.
A woo, a hoo.