She is Risen!

Holy fuck, gent’s and women creatures…

Almost forgot my password to this site. But my pulse is beating and I thought I’d come back from a little writing rendezvous.

I love my job here. I’m independently contracted now and all I have to say is…."FREEEEEEEDOM!". This is my calling. I push myself creatively now more than ever and the results are satisfying. 

My dear Reagan eloped in September. While the Mr. is still a blown out ass hole, she seems happy. So I am happy. The best fact is that I didn’t have to participate in any wedding charades. Hollah!

The beau is still Captain Charming and I’m finding myself very much in love. Read that sentence a few times if you need. Harlow in a mushy gushy god I love you relationship. I never thought it’d happen again. I feel blessed to laugh with a mate again. <–could be the weed talking, but ze blunt speaks truth.

My life is in motion and I’m managing to keep in step with it all.

We also have a new addition to the family (no you fuckers, I’m not pregnant.) 

Excuse the cell phone quality, but this is Dexter. I was hesitant to get another dog after Dart passed. But alas, how could I say  no to that face? 

It’s been slightly over a year since my dad died. It hurts still and when I’m alone, I let myself break down. The boyfriend comforts how he can, but I feel that this is largely my pain and my problem. I wish they could have met.

Strangely, I’ve missed being on here. I’ve missed intruding on your lives. I shall hope to do so more often.