Of Andouille and An Almost-Accident

13,070 Days Alive

4 Cookies Left

2 Bowls of Soup Eaten

1 New Necklace Made

So, while J and I were driving towards picking up pizza for Bill6, since he doesn’t do fifteen bean soup, we almost got into an accident as some pair of shmucks cut me off and nearly knocked my front bumper off in a near-miss sideswipe.

It sucked, but I’m glad we’re both okay and so is Peggy (my car).

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Of Gender and Guessing

13,058 Days Alive

I have no idea whether or not I’m trans. I’m genderqueer or genderfluid or something that means that while I was AFAB (assigned female at birth), I don’t identify as female.

Ugh. Too complicated. I’m going to go read. Or sleep. Or something.

Take your meds, folks.