Open your eyes

Everything you learned late, teach your children early.

So, I got a stay at home editing job. You know, the fucking dream. I just happen to also live at my in-laws house, so you know. Not the fucking dream. They are very sweet, and very Mormon, and extra all-day-hold-for-your-denture-comfort conservative. It makes me twitchy, and I’ve deployed before. It’s been over a year here. I’m in a stranglehold of debt. The last few years have not been kind. There was an Amazon driver stint in there somewhere that was specifically torturous. The prospect of getting et by dogs in the middle of a shitty field somewhere was never off the table at that gig. Not to mention pissing in coffee cups was weird. Also the cameras. ANYWAYS, the new job is good. It’s time to crawl out of the hole and start writing again, plenty of Shit to bitch about, things to do.

hurting alone made me different.

Sex is better when your souls are connected.

En caso de que te quieras ir de mi lado: No lo dudes, vete, si todavía quedara algo que arreglar ni siquiera hubieras considerado esa decisión.