Credit cards are maxed, our brake lines are FUBAR, and M’s paycheck isn’t gonna cover it. Usually our mechanic would work with us, but it’s gonna be a month before we can pay him the full amount. That’s about how things are going for us. You?
~sigh~
I know…I know…
I said I was going to write, and then I didn’t even look at this site once while M was on vacation. I even skipped No Stupid (Kink) Questions with no warning. I suck for those reasons and so many more.
In my defense, those were New Year resolutions, so technically, I’m allowed to be as flakey as I fucking want to until January 1. Right? Right.
Speaking of flakey, I’ve emailed just about everyone I need to to tell them I’m being flakey again. I have excuses, but ffs. Excuses, amirite? There are some folks I missed. Here’s a quick update for those of you waiting on something from me: Read more…
Writing is hard. Don’t ever let anyone tell you any different.
Writing is especially hard when your mind is going so many different directions you’re having a hard time figuring out which way is up.
I have obligations that I let fall by the wayside because of M’s surgery, and all the things that came along with that wild ride. I want to catch up. I need to catch up. But I seem to have lost my give a damn. Read more…