i am moving by the smallest of inches.
i gave up on a “clean” August and had fun last night.
HE made me think of a poem and of witchcraft.
and the texting is getting a bit, risqué.
Colt calls him my boyfriend but i can firmly say he’s a crush. i do have a crush on him. it’s as far as i want to call it.
and with talking to the new kittens last night, there is a rule i need to tell HIM about.
i feed you, i touch you.
he fed me, he gets to touch me.
there is nothing to report.
i am trying very hard to make it out of alive this month. August don’t feel as bad as years past but, i don’t trust calm before the storms.
i need to move more on my days/time off. even if i don’t get a goal done, i can at least move an inch on some of them.
i did get back into Once Upon a Time and blar. the way they made Emma evil and now she’s lost Hook, she don’t feel like the badass they started her out to be.
one thing i am doing this month is giving up sex, drugs, and rock and roll. have i seen an improvement? no. am i going to do it for the whole month? yes.
