I promised someone that I would write. I feel like writing. And here we are.
Welcome back.
At some point I’ll get to telling the tale of how I ended up in the backwoods corner known as Northern California. This place, these people. This is when getting what you think you want backfires.
Man, Jen, you’re still talking mad shit.
Obviously. Some things can never change. Would we want them to? Would we want me to be anyone but the depressed individual that you know and don’t really care for? (I was about to say love but you’re not related to me, therefore this isn’t a requirement to read all the shit I’ve decided to write down.)
So what’s different for 2023? Umm, nothing? I’m brunette again. I was blonde for a moment and that was fun. I still define my sexuality on my own terms and am working on moving past my anger with men. I also had therapy for some time and am really thinking Lexapro could really help me right now. Oh yeah, I was on Lexapro for some time. Oh yeah, that’s right, COVID!
Anyways.
Here is what’s new for this year: I started to like someone. It’s been YEARS so this is something. This will probably bite me in the ass, as is life, but oh well. I’m beginning to only regret the things I don’t do as opposed to those that I do. Every misadventure has been an adventure that didn’t turn out how I wanted it to 
C’est la vie. Such is life.
For now I can’t over-delve into any topic as I may lose my mind, but I can say I got someone a plant for their 60th birthday and I think it’s helping the empty nest syndrome they are definitely going through.
Until next time, when we discuss why mid dudes think they’re the shit.