So, life for me has gained some skull-splintering momentum. I was so immensely cemented by childhood comforts and weighted down by fear that it became nearly impossible to commit to any meaningful life changes. Alas, it is finally time to flush that preverbal shit down said fucking toilet.
And yeah, it turns out werewolf-metamorphosis has some painful side-effects, but what else can you expect from the process of melting your anatomy to become another species? Metaphors aside, I have a newly kindled admiration and respect for those transitioning their gender. Though my gender remains the same (for anyone who is wondering.)
Here's a nonalcoholic cheer to a new job, and a nonsmoker's toast to taking steps for college classes this upcoming spring semester!
Sincerely,
Hey-Doubts-You-Can-Lick-The-Saltiest-Side-Of-My-NonTesticles