I’m having a hurricane party but as of now there’s only a 55% chance of rain on Saturday night. :(
we saw a truck with a picture of a cartoon cow on it and Dad is yelling “SUCK MY TEETS” and “TEET SUCKER” in the car
tumblr took down a video of Achilles humping a pillow becuase they “don’t allow sexually explicit videos to be uploaded to Tumblr.” ok
it is 6:30pm and I’m wearing the same bun in my hair that I put up to go to bed last night. so this is what long term disability/not going to work for 3.5 months does to me
I told my nurse about my book and she said she can maybe get me a spot to sell them at the National WOUND CONVENTION in Richmond. the wound convention. yes I would be honored to attend
THEY ACCEPTED ME
1.5 years of querying agents. I can hardly believe this is happening to me right now. dreams do come true, ya know
I was trying to beat my number (3) from last week so I went on 4 dates this week. but tonight I added a twist to make it interesting: I look like a homeless person. We’ll see how this works out
4 days, 3 dates, 3 different men. This is a sport I play
I’ve gotten lazy in telling these guys I’m in a wheelchair before we meet in person. they’re handling it better than I expected so that’s exciting and surprising
within 50 seconds of someone flaking on plans tonight my pants are off, my hair is up, I’m wearing a size large Jimmy Buffett shirt. I LOVE living alone.
having a tight muscle in the middle of my boob (HOW) makes for a kind of uncomfortable/highly painful massage hour. I didn’t know I could be sore there but OMG it’s possible