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.
it's been eleven months since i wrote this & pinned it to my blog so everyone who followed me for the porn i wrote could know that i was having a miserable fucking time. some things have improved, friend got out of the scammy real estate biz & i got to cuss out the uncle, some things have not improved, such is life. i'm hilariously behind on my book proposal lmao. i still have the strava segment, eat shit and die nikolaj. i can plank for forty-four fucking minutes & did it for #plankformecfs please don't actually just do a plank longer than like 5 min for shits and giggles that's a really easy way to get injured. uhhhh what else??? my partner is doing stupid expensive stem cell treatments in germany starting next week and it's one of the first times i've really felt hopeful about his health in almost two years. they'd fucking better work. if not, i could've bought myself a new boat motor with a whole lot less human misery involved. so there's that






