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3/20/2026: Here's to hoping I move on to in-person interviews next week. Doesn't make sense for someone to ask for your availability only to not schedule an appointment around that availability. So, fingers crossed! Off on a tangent, even the pants that used to fit me way too tightly are now too big on me. 😱 I've been trying to set a weekend aside to sew all of my pants up (I've a sewing machine, so it's not an overly time consuming thing), but there's a friend's birthday tomorrow and a group movie outing on Sunday... I haven't even had time to play Pokopia and Monster Hunter Stories 2 & 3.

Viktor regretted ever getting Farshael a cell phone. When it buzzed in the middle of the morning, slicing through the muffled quiet of their darkened bedroom, the aged vampire groaned, already missing the peace of deep sleep. He burrowed deeper into the tangled sheets, Shael’s familiar scent, clouds, and something airy, clinging to the pillows beside him. By the time Viktor cracked open an eye, Shael was already propped against the headboard, pale hair tousled, reading the message by the glow of

To add to @Jason Rimbaud's questions: Question 3: Why did his hussy friends wait so dang long before filling him in on their being together? The nerve.

3/18/2026: Aaaaand first rounds of interviews, here I come. I started hearing back from some of the places I applied to. I usually make it to the second or third round of interviews. But all rounds are so mentally and emotionally draining to me. I don't have a poker face, so most of the time, my candid reaction shows up immediately. Most days, I can't tell whether it's my rambling mouth or my body that's more honest, but both have been known to betray me... often times more than actual people... what was that song again that is the background music of my life? Right. That one: Anyway, wish me luck... or wish me more control over my own body. Whatever helps land me a new job. 😂

I prefer pistachio, pecan, mango, and coconut ice cream.

I'd have applied to work there if I weren't a whole state away and if I weren't already trying to sneak into one of 3 companies near where I live. We'll see where my mentality is by the end of April.

I'm glad they finally understand what is happening and can hopefully provide at least some treatment. Sucks that it's dementia. Sending many hugs your way!

They are "good words in progress..."

3/17/2026 Update: Just had an additional cup of coffee than usual. I regret everything.

Meanwhile, I'm sitting here juggling 3 stories at once because I'm caffeinated (that and I try not to write NSFW things while at work, and 75% of everything I write is NSFW lmfao).

Thus far, Roux is the only one that has almost all access to his unicorn abilities... able to shift into other forms and back, able to mark and claim a mate, and able to create a dreamscape. He didn't know how close he was to hitting the nail on the head when he said something along the lines of "feels like fate's given me everything but left Iris with nothing." At the very least, Winter will be able to breathe a little easier knowing his sons are relatively safe?? At the moment?? The most I can say is that a "noun" did this to them. 😈

Glad you think so!

Thank goodness that ER doctor had seen similar things before! As advanced as medicine is, there are some side effects that just don't play well together. Glad your friend's finally doing better.

😭¡Gracias!

La cura es más mala que la enfermedad.

3/16/2026 Update: Still job hunting/praying for a transfer in the same company. A coworker in a senior position and without real risk of being let go was saying how difficult it was for teens and youths to find jobs and I had to bite my tongue because my department has a gag order regarding our entire department being dismantled, otherwise I'd have told her "it's hard for adults to find jobs, too!" Off on a total tangent, I have a friend that I adore, but has zero filter and zero tact. We were talking about fun things, like her crush on a coworker. She brought up "types" and I blurted out that I preferred redheads to blondes, COMPLETELY FORGETTING that the friend sitting across from me was not only a redhead, but a redhead with Rapunzel-long hair. Girl blurts out "[Friend's Name], watch out!" Which was embarrassing as all hell. Thank god that friend didn't hear anything that we talked about because, despite the beautiful long hair, he was 100% MALE. I could have sworn I told this friend that I specifically dated girls, and always used female pronouns regarding my "type." But that could have been such a disaster if our male friend grasped what we were talking about. Funny thing is, if he were female, he'd have had many offers from our friend group. Personality wise, he's the male version of me. 🤣 We finish each other's sentences and sometimes answer things at the same time as if we were twins.

Godspeed - THUMBspeed 🫡

Find a laptop or a tablet??

Damn, Lee, you have more than twice my count. 😂

Shit. Do I really have 23 stories? I think I just updated 6 or 7 and it doesn't feel like I've made a dent.

“Mmph!” I moaned around Clint's cock. Clint had suggested we sixty-nine, and I’d known I’d be the first to tap out. But that didn’t stop me from sucking and stroking him with all the focus I could muster. When his hand slid over and gave my butt cheek a gentle squeeze, I pinched his thigh in warning, and he immediately backed off. I’d never had a lover suggest a pinch as a stop signal before; vocal cues, yes, but never something so physical. Clint had insisted on both, and it was working; e

Roux’s second day in Carnelia was a blur of searching and mounting frustration. Every hour without news gnawed at him. The city’s unfamiliar streets twisted beneath his feet. His first night had been a whirlwind: lost, then found by his mate…a brief reprieve before fear over his brother’s whereabouts pressed in again. At first light, he and Jay scoured the streets and alleys, their questions tinged with urgency as they asked after an injured horse. The redhead’s guilt of referring to his

That sucks! If it makes you feel any better, I am currently typing with only my right hand and my left pinky because my graceless, uncoordinated behind went and pinched two fingers on my left hand and now they both have blood blisters. 😂 Won't stop me from editing and posting the next chap I'm working on, though it will surely slow my progress on the other story I was working on on the side... one of the other stories I was working on on the side.* I think this is how my ADHD deals with the endless ideas in my head that have no real future outlet because, you know, my body has to eventually actually pass away at some point.

3/11/2026 Update: This has nothing to do with anything, but this is one of the days I feel bad that I swing so dang hard toward women. Some men have the guts to let you know "damn you look good" in so many different ways. 😂 There are at least 3 occasions when I was given lurid "rake overs," which I narrowly appreciate more than unsolicited "copping a feel," but I got the message either way. I like to think I dress neutral as possible to discourage drawing attention to myself (except when I'm going with a cosplay group to an event full of nerds). But my version of "neutral" is apparently still attractive to some people. I feel flattered, guilty, and pity all at the same time.