wow...
last time I wrote on this thing, I was really angry.
not without good reason, but still.
so! for May, I was transcontinental and for July, I was French and I'm a little less... less whatever I was last time I wrote on here.
I'm mostly okay with everything now, which feels really nice.
in the interval that has passed, I've met and then missed a particular set arms and legs and lips more than I should. I've been lied to in unforgivable ways. And I found a wine rack in a dumpster.
So a few months of heartache yield great returns
mostly, things are good