I didn’t go to work yesterday so I shaved my legs and it had been so long. I am a lady I AM A LADY AGAIN
I did a 360 in my car on interstate black ice it was alarming. When I stopped I was staring HEAD ON at cars coming at me thank the Lord they were still far away. Be careful driving in the snow, friends
I tried to take a picture for Christian to show him that Achilles is in a sweater and I’m in a turtleneck because it’s so cold
but Achilles Jones wouldn’t cooperate and kept doing this 
looks so scared, so serious. so unphotogenic
keeping a tattoo secret from my parents round three
((i got another tattoo tonight weeee))
Dad saw – it was just too hard to remember to wear pants all the time.
His reaction was telling me a detailed story about his friends son that got AIDS from a tattoo during a Grateful Dead concert. I don’t see how this is relevant
Dad sent this to me and said “Achilles Jones is a Pine Cone Jones.”
HAHAHA look at her bod
someone referred to my legs as “flacid paralysis” and it was so bad. I really didn’t like that
I said a prayer this morning and asked for something specific/reasonable and FOUR TIMES SO FAR it has come true and it has been so cool and surprising. Answered prayers, y’all
I am full of so many emotions this morning it’s overwhelming. The guy from yesterday told me that he is “dumbfounded by my wheelchair” and doesn’t even talk to me anymore I am so confused. TWO of my friends got engaged this weekend and I’m still the loneliest person. I got so sad jealous watching Drew on stage at church jumping around that I couldn’t look at him the whole time. And Achilles Jones started eating the living room chair and I’m scared about that. I hope that this is PMS and it’ll go away soon.
also writing this out made me feel better. shucks
I’m so tired of people acting sad and saying “I’m sorry” when I tell them/they see me in a wheelchair so I have to act like life is GREAT and I’m 100% happy with my situation so they’ll stop feeling pity. Because if I DON’T act perfect happy, they equate all discontent to my physical condition and keep apologizing for me. PLEASE EVERYONE STOP FEELING PITY it hurts my feelings and makes things feel worse than they are
keeping a tattoo secret from my parents round three
((i got another tattoo tonight weeee))
a 52 year old man just asked me “so when are you going to go on a date with me?” AND THEN DIDN’T LAUGH. His daughter was standing next to him and she didn’t laugh either, just stared. so uncomfortable I don’t know what to do