Pushing The Pull Door

Finally got my account back. Congratulations?

I haven’t posted in awhile, but I’m still here.

I picked up and moved 1200 miles away.

I have good days and bad.

And I’m still a bitch.

So, essentially, everything’s the same.

Except, now I have an OnlyFans.

You should join and watch my smut.

For those who’ve seen me in person, you know I’ve had the name of an ex tattooed on my forearm for twenty years.

It was cathartic and exactly what I needed as I let the past go while still memorializing my ex and paying homage to my hometown and bestest rappers of all time.

Forty five is going to be everything I need and more, I can feel it.

I’m down another 5 pounds and I’m kinda in the best headspace I’ve been in in years.

I’m flirting and talking and putting my wishes into the ether because I’m done holding on to them.

Happy Monday??

I lost 36 pounds and now my titties look like deflated meat balloons.

I feel like I am stuck in the same loop of blah and even though there are peeks of happy and shit I should be proud of, I can’t get past the glaze my depression seems to smear across everything.

This. This is just a taste of why I’m seven kinds of single and giddy about it

#newhousenewme

It’s been a rough six weeks.

I moved into what I thought was my dream house and I’m starting to see that not everything you dream about it worth remembering when you wake up.

I’m loving my freedom.

I’m happy with where things are in my personal life.

The kids are great.

I’m okay.

I just should have looked into this house more before I picked it.

It’ll be fine.

10.5 more months until Florida!!

Anyway.

I’m here. But I suck. Hardly any time for the internets.

I’m all moved in. My house is awesome. I have some meh moments. The landlord is a dufus. My next door neighbors are annoying and I literally have to walk eight miles a day round trip to get my girls to school and home.

It’ll even out when I get a car. Which will be by summer, so..the next two months will suck but I already dropped 8 pounds soooooooo maybe I’ll be buff by then.

All in all I’m good. Miss my comfort zone but excited to create a new one. More pics to follow as I make this house my bitch.

I wasn’t even sure I wanted it, after I walked through and saw how much work it needed.

I did however get a better one.

Eight bedrooms.

Two full baths.

Two decks.

Covered porch.

All new gut renovated interior.

I move in 13 days. And I’m beyond giddy.

I asked my dad to help me find a spot and he lead me to my home.

I need a cute internet mind-fuck buddy.