

I’ll be thirty-two years on this on this plane of existence around 8am tomorrow and here I am alone and lonely in high waisted underwear on a Saturday night.
But really—despite the shit show this year has been, the growing debt, the stress of isolation and loneliness, and now my barber job being the slowest it ever has—I’m in the best shape I’ve been since high school, my pets are happy and healthy, I have a loving family with two adorable nieces and now an other baby on the way; and my friends and followers, though there’s only a few of ya and you’re not all that active with me on here, you’re the best of the best and I’d give each one of you my undying affection and gratitude right now, if you’d have it, and I’d we weren’t in a pandemic and likely states away. You’re beautiful, you’re wonderful. I love you so much.
Motivation and I have always had a weird relationship, but it’s been coming more and more in larger waves (ok aside from my gaming addiction)
Just know I’m really trying to be more present and more interesting and worth your support. If there’s ever anything you would like to see or would like to know, hearing from you would be THE best.
Anyway, I think I’m going to go see Fireflies on the Water at the Toledo Museum tomorrow. I’ll post pictures. Oh, and the high waisted underwear were from my dark jedi outfit 😎 goodnight good hearts