Red nail polish.

My nails are currently the same exact color as my mother’s car. I mixed it up for her from two or three reds I had laying around when her car had a scratch in it. She wanted to keep it in the glove box. I said fuck that, I wanted to paint my nails with it, haha.

I’ve been doing well. I work my ass off and the time I don’t spend at the Giant, I spend with Ryan. He is fucking wonderful to me. He spoils me rotten. We’ve had our tense moments, but they’ve blown over. I’d be more worried if we never had disagreements. The gender transition thing does not bother me at all. I have no issues with knowing that my boyfriend has a vagina and boobs, haha. He has his insecurities about it, or course, but I am not weirded out in the least bit by it. I suppose the fact that I have no preference when it comes to which gender I date probably helps, haha. He is slowly letting me in in that aspect. We showered together, but by candle light. He has more of a problem with me seeing the top half than the bottom. I don’t really understand it, but those are his issues and I can deal.

All in all, things are going swimmingly =]