I've been waxing philosophical about aging and I've come to a few conclusions.
I am among those I count as getting better with age. I'm far less prone to screaming at people in public, I am finally mostly comfortable in my skin, I have learned that even when I don't have fancy language I can express myself and fuck people if they laugh.
In other news the weather continues to thwart me wearing some of my cute new clothes because unlike the Fabulous Tara I cannot brave skirts and cold weather leggings or no.
I also really need some shoes.
I started this yesterday but got entirely distracted.
I had more awesome planned however I am feeling a bit brain dead in the cranial region. My sleep is way off thanks to DST and fucking ever lasting winter.
Here's what I got.
In my now 32 years of life there are certain things I have realized.
I have realized that my tolerance of bullshit has remained low and will probably remain so forever.
I have finally come to the realization that I am not going to change who I am to fit what other people expect me to be. I'm done doing that.
I am also very aware of how strange it feels to have lived this long. There is a part of me that marvels that I made it. There were some pretty dicey years and the fact that I'm still tottering around is a big deal.
Yeah so stuff and whatnot.
See I really can't brain so well today.
Tomorrow I have some pics to share and possibly some talk about sexy fatshions. And some bra talk.
I've got another sexuality rant working up but too slow to do it today.
So my darlings what's new and fabulous with you?