Hello internets.

I forgot I had this diary. I don't do a whole lot of writing about myself these days. I think it's because I'm mostly happier, and writing, for me, is really only effective at channeling my dismay and disgust. I've been working for this taco joint for nearly two years now, and I was promoted to manager not long ago. It has its ups and downs.

B and I are still together. He bought a house last year, and we have two dogs.

His parents still pester us about having kids.

I'm not sure what else to say.