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15 years ago
Looking back at last year's birthday post, I guess things are better this year.
I'm no longer stuck in the "loveless relationship" of a house I can barely stand to be in with ineffectual housemates. So that's a plus. Though I am more removed from my circle of physical friends now than I was a year ago, today is a stark improvement compared to where I was six months ago.
I'm really only posting here, today, because it seems like a very belated note of concern.
Hello furry lifestyle of mine, we haven't talked in a while. I meant to sooner, but things came up.
About.. Eight months ago, I guess it was, I decided that I was done playing Foxy Trinity with any sort of seriousness. All the story threads had become tangled and dirty. All the relationships had become complicated, unpleasant and largely unnecessary. In the back of my mind, the good doctor was waiting in line at the guillotine and I would soon end her fictional existence with a flashbang of story writing in which everything fades to white and she's never quite seen again save the ghost image burned into the retinas of those who stared too long.
Life was hard at the time of that decision, and only got worse there after.
Neither time nor money has been particularly plentiful and a half written story still lingers in a folder of files to finish sorting through, succumbing to data rot and a landfill of forgotten ideas. There was no great going out with a bang, so much as fading from view; popping in at rare occasion when the idle craving for a half forgotten fetish stirs for long enough that I might hunt it down with the only dog left in the kennel. The plans for Foxy's retirement, and her replacement, remain in limbo.
So here we are. Another year older. Few to none of the goals from the last year completed. But look at all the lovely baggage we've accumulated.
Someday I'll part with some of it.
I'm no longer stuck in the "loveless relationship" of a house I can barely stand to be in with ineffectual housemates. So that's a plus. Though I am more removed from my circle of physical friends now than I was a year ago, today is a stark improvement compared to where I was six months ago.
I'm really only posting here, today, because it seems like a very belated note of concern.
Hello furry lifestyle of mine, we haven't talked in a while. I meant to sooner, but things came up.
About.. Eight months ago, I guess it was, I decided that I was done playing Foxy Trinity with any sort of seriousness. All the story threads had become tangled and dirty. All the relationships had become complicated, unpleasant and largely unnecessary. In the back of my mind, the good doctor was waiting in line at the guillotine and I would soon end her fictional existence with a flashbang of story writing in which everything fades to white and she's never quite seen again save the ghost image burned into the retinas of those who stared too long.
Life was hard at the time of that decision, and only got worse there after.
Neither time nor money has been particularly plentiful and a half written story still lingers in a folder of files to finish sorting through, succumbing to data rot and a landfill of forgotten ideas. There was no great going out with a bang, so much as fading from view; popping in at rare occasion when the idle craving for a half forgotten fetish stirs for long enough that I might hunt it down with the only dog left in the kennel. The plans for Foxy's retirement, and her replacement, remain in limbo.
So here we are. Another year older. Few to none of the goals from the last year completed. But look at all the lovely baggage we've accumulated.
Someday I'll part with some of it.
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