Y'all Know I'm Texan, Right?
AKA Ten Things
Iced lavender honey latte.
A dear one gifted me a hair cut and color and I am LOVING it. I feel hella queer. And yes, I know hair doesn’t make or not make someone queer, but sometimes I think my gender lives in my hair. No I will not elaborate.
Revisiting a flash fic and outlining a short story for Wyrd & Wyse anthology Demons & Deities. Y’all. I’m excited for this.
Why did no one tell me gel nails burn?! (Note: I Googled this, apparently they aren’t supposed to, lolsob) Will probably get them again because I am loving them. My oldest nibling picked out the color for me. A Blue Plum.
So fucking read for fall, y’all. My cozy sweaters, my leggings, my socks. Let me living my cozy professor life, please.
My stress hump is getting bad again. Please someone realign my spine and give me muscles that keep bones in their proper place. I don’t wanna work for it, I’m too tired.
Floor to ceiling windows are my favorite. That’s the only downside to having a camper as primary living space. I just need my windows. But also curtains so the creatures can’t see in at night.
Desperate for a tattoo right now.
One day I will visit Texas with the sole reason being traveling between cities to see all my friends. Texas is fucking huge y’all, it’s a JOURNEY to see everyone.
How many times can I say y’all in one letter?
I’m on day one of my quarantine post Texas travels. It feels amazing to be home with my Michigan family, in my cool weather, in my camper that is all mine. And it’s quiet. I know I will miss the sound of my niblings soon. So for now will enjoy the silence.
Until next time, dear hearts