Dreams

KB loves a good manicure and delicious skies

So I have this new friend called Tyler. He's going to be my forever friend. He hates and loves the Universe exactly as much as I. We have a bond that is quite quaint. Tyler is perfectly tainted as I, and am I'm twice his age. Eh, mathematically not quite so. Regardless, he fills my life with dark joy.

What a fucking weekend I just had. First: do I think I make a million dollars? I do not. But I sure spent cash like I thought so. Good luck with bills and rent now, KB.

#1 rule: No one take the Greyhound bus to Boston from New York EVER. EVER.

It was like jumping still alive into a gravesite and having dirt dumped onto you, right into your nose and throat.

#2 rule: You...adore him, right? (Blushes furiously.)

I'm madly in love.

So what do I do?

Just...keep falling?

Milieux

I'm back. It's strange? Life has led me down so many different roads and I'm basically following life's lead. I put my trust and faith in all things, regardless.

I'm in a lot of new places now: new apartment (aforementioned), new job (not aforementioned), and in a new...dating thing?

I'll just go into all of it. Why not.

After I got sick (at which point I literally re-assessed what living means) (how intrinsic it is) I realized a multitude of things, all which manifested in me finding a new job and a new...uh, man interest.

Being sick was a mess. A fucking hot mess, really. I was probably so close to sinking into the earth. I thought so, anyway. Then I had doctors that stepped in and saved me.

There was a period of close to 4 weeks wherein I literally didn't think I'd make it. I was so tired...not normal tired, extra tired...like, I would wake up after a 4 hour "nap" and drink water and need to sleep again. My Mom was terrified. She cried a lot, but she tried to hide it from me.

Finally. Finally. There were results that came back that my thyroid is all fucked up.

What a piece of shit organ that rules everything and can cause all of the problems I'd been having? You fucking piece of shit, I will never forgive you.

But I have been on medication since the discovery of this stupid thing so I'm amazingly better. So there's that.

Then, there's Rob.

It's funny.

I'm staring at the cursor blinking at me to write something.

I don't know precisely what to say about him.

We met on a stupid fucking dating thing on-line and I will never credit that thing for how we connected (even though it is how it elapsed.)

He is...

Cursor is still blinking.

He's just so...for me.

He was definitely brought into the big dumb universe to be with me.

I hope so, anyway.

Every single time I see him or *think* of him, even, I blush like a teenager.

He's so funny. He has become in tune with my ridiculous way of living (labels facing forward, blah) and he went to my medicine cabinet for Advil a couple of weeks ago and came back to me and said, I almost turned the label backward but didn't want to upset you...

I guess? I'm going to see where this goes.