Testosterone Tuesday (and some other stuff)

It has been a minute, and that minute has been stressful as hell. 

To start, as the title suggests, I got my first T-shot today!!! I haven't cried yet, but it's only a matter of time. On the way to the clinic I was so goddamn stressed, and wasn't even sure I was getting it today, but, surprise! Testosterone! 

I was expecting to inject it into my thigh, which is why I wore my dirty-ass shorts I forgot to wash, only to be injected on my stomach. Oh well, lmao.

It's been a very strange few weeks. I couldn't get the job I applied for because they turned me away for the cardinal sin of...my paperwork being folded. Cool. 

After that I've just been kind of in a haze. I have made a bit of progress with my reading list, but otherwise I've been in a hell of a funk.

I'm hoping at least things turn around and look up a bit. I'd love to blog a bit more here, my father bought me Moby Dick and some Lovecraft, so maybe there's something in there.

All kinda up in the air, but I am really happy about this at least.


pretty buggy baby


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