Fat Monday

want to write, have nothing to write.

Wednesday is Ash/Fish Day and i will be damn if any one tries to explain it to me.

trying to get another date with Izzy and shit keeps coming up. the texts, i think i am in danger but the good kind.

i think i am in good hands.

i just want those hands on me.

today marks 3 years of being celibate and being a recreational marijuana user. it also marks being 2 years single and 10 months of texting Izzy.

i am moving forward. just not in the ways i think i would be.

time to get some shit done to do The Work tonight.