a. i joined the air force 2014.
b. i became a cop. so fitting, right?
c. i met a man.
c. i met a man.
d. i married a man.
e. he has two middle names.
f. this man. michael markus billee mims.
g. august 22, 2015 we got married at the courthouse.
h. kept that top secret, of course.
i. got our first place together.
j. december 26, 2015 tested positive.
k. the above picture ^
l. our little bean!!
m. mmkay, lets talk...
this is such a foreign concept now: blogging. i'm sitting at my table; countertop is sticky on my bare arm from clumsy orange eating. juices everywhere. it's been a restless kind of day though, tossing and turning while i'm wide awake, so things like this sometimes go unnoticed.
as of late i've been entirely disconnected from myself. i've forgotten the alphabet, have been counting numbers zero to ten, then back to seven, eight and nine. i'm practically unintelligent and infant. ducks aren't in a row. my ocd self has dishes left to do and a shirt on the floor. moments like this, the whiplash of my own famous wonder and thinking, it brings me to a standstill. well, this one, this standstill has me unlike me. quite honestly, today has been the most unbecoming i can ever recall being. of course, i love my goal setting and analytical thoughts, including all those little endeavors that later have me soaring. having setbacks, they're okay, because they can give such an adrenaline rush, and usually are accompanied by some kind of opportunity and sophistication. but this. it's something else.
i'll finish my alphabet soon.
goodnight, dear reader.
