Both a nightmare and a dream.
To my anxiety babies out there, oh loves do I see you. Since my youth I had bit my nails as a habit, along with an assortment of other destructive little tendencies that harmed me. My nails had never gotten very long and I had kicked all my other behaviors I decided didn’t serve me. It was time for a change.
Yay nails! But!
Jesus fucking Christ this change is a pain. Although I no longer scratch my coochie too hard and give my clit a fright, typing without error continues to elude me. I haven’t added the most recent reviews I’ve gotten yet and it’s been months since I have written a blog update. FOR SHAME!
Anyways I’m working on it. We’re developing new typing postures. We’re practicing with enunciation for voice-to-text so he doesn’t botch the whole damn piece of writing. We’re considering enlisting some of you favored subbies as scribes.
Not going to lie I am enticed by the opportunity to creatively occupy you with precarious torture contraptions while you endeavor to faithfully transcribe my words to the World Wide Web.
Ok cramp, done for now.
xoxo
Pepper