September 10th, 2019


I've been reunited with my Beloved

Also, the spousebeast is back.  ;)

Priscilla, Queen of the Laptops decided she didn't like her exile in guyville, so Kent couldn't access DraftSharks,, OR his email.  I have no idea why, but it was kind of funny.  We've decided we're going to start saving so he has his own laptop next year and leaves mine the hell alone.  (And, no, I didn't block anything.  She just refused to cooperate)

We had a serious talk when he got home, and he's giving serious thought about not going next year.  I am not discouraging him.  He's starting to feel more and more isolated from the group and came home feeling sad.  And disrespected.  Things have gone downhill since he came out as bi,  And they seriously dogged on him because he "still" works food service, we don't own a car, blah de blah.

I get really tired that he gets continually judged for not always chasing more.  Is it such a crime to be happy?  Is that failure?  He came home to a clean home, his "comfy pants" and favorite slopping around the house on his computer chair, his favorite adult beverage,, and a card suggesting strongly that he be naked when I got home from work.  (Which he was.  Which was almost REALLY awkward, because the coworker who drove me home insisted on using his flashlight so I could get the door unlocked.  Hah!  Good thing the dude can run fast)  I bet those douchebros don't get that.


In other, better news....I have a date for Pride!  Yes, I am as shocked as y'all are.  I have a rainbow feather fascinator and rainbow kneesocks.  She's making rainbow tiedyed scarves and we're discussing outfits.  I swear, I feel like I'm 15 again and going to hang out with my first girlcrush.

And  At least I get to close with this cute weirdo who actually know what he's doing.