I've been working a lot and playing a lot lately. Feeling pretty overwhelmed by it all, to be honest, but I'm okay with that.

Dear entire world:

Stop telling me I've gained weight. It's the meds. And I don't want to hear it. Kay?

--me

I got my first paycheck for writing porn! Yay!

I'm going to be at the trans health conference from Friday to Saturday. Does anyone have, or know of someone who has, a floor they could let me sleep on? I can pay you a little.

This has been a good birthday. I'm grateful that 25 is no longer a deadline.

is my birfday!

At work today, I suggested that the mice my manager used to see near his apartment were, in fact, tiny elephants. They were runny backwards, which explains why he thought their trunks were the tails.

I'm a bit tired.

Seriously, Chad Kultgen is a genius.

I've decided on a picnic in Prospect Park. 3ish, Saturday the 6th. Go to the park at the 9th Street entrance, go in a bit, and you'll see me.

I'll send out an evite once I muster up the gumption to do so.

I have to be up in five hours and I can't fuckin' sleep.