i have a lot of shit going on, most of it bad, but i'm comforted by the fact that i have a friend from california who's going through a lot of the same shit and he just got into his uncle's stupid scammy real estate business in satan's asshole, florida, so at least i'm not doing that crap. i'm getting real good at pilates and very into defending my segment on strava instead. godspeed. so to say fics have obviously slowed down because thinking's put on the backburner to worship the altar of leg muscles and/or grief. appreciate the patience.
















