Shit’s changed since last we met
I guess an update, if any of y’all care. Who knows but here goes.
Just to start this off: I didn’t leave Tumblr because of anything bad. Had to restart phone, couldn’t remember the password, then I just forgot and kept forgetting.
I’m currently living in bumfuck where the hell are we?! southern/central Massachusetts with my fiance. It’ll be 2 years since we’ve moved in together this coming November. Been a great ride so far. Hoping to keep that shit going especially since our wedding is planned for October 18th of this year. We have contingency plans in case COVID-19 fucks us. So we’re either going to do the whole fucking shebang this October or next and just get married via justice of the peace this year. We already have the dress, the venue, the photographer, and the DJ so it honestly doesn’t matter what order this happens in.
At the end of the day as long as I get to legally annoy his ass from the comfort of our house for years and years to come I’m happy. That’s also the thing: I’m actually fucking happy. It’s weird.
We also have the beginnings of a menagerie; 1 bunny and 2 cats. The bunny, Jazz, is almost 13 and smart as fuck. Though we did just find out his eyesight finally went. The little old man is completely blind now. Doesn’t make him any less mobile and loving. He fucking climbed his cage earlier today when I was going to feed him.
The two cats are Vax a.k.a. Big Dumb Ginger™ and Percy a.k.a. the Void™. The two cats share one brain cell between them but lost custody of it LONG ago. Jazz has custody of it now. Pictures below:
I’m in my early 30′s now and I believe I have finally perfected my zen mode of ‘fuck it’. It’s actually really refreshing. Like shit, loves. I have a man that loves me to the moon and back. Three furbabies that are super attached to me. One way more than the rest. Like come on Vax, my love, my Big Dumb Ginger™, let me pee in peace! Why the fuck do I care about external bullshit? Fuck that noise. I’m good
Life’s not perfect. My job is horrible and I can’t wait to leave it. This pandemic is good for no ones health. I’m constantly worrying about money and our upcoming wedding and the world. I know our bun is slowly winding down to leave us and it breaks my heart but I know he loves us immensely and we love him.
Overall life is life but I have more good than bad in it. For the first time since I can fucking remember I have way more good than bad. I love my fiance and I love the babies and I’m starting to love the hot mess that is me.
Shit that sounded like preachy and self-help but whatever. Be safe out there. Wear your mask and don’t be a willfully harmful prick.
