fuck Body Dysmorphic Disorder
it's always been interesting to see how much the human body can withstand. people have survived skydiving accidents, tsunamis and shark attacks. i am going to start fasting today and, despite what my room mate says, i'm not going to die. it's been a long time since i've fasted - i can see myself becoming irritable a lot in the next few days. "i'm so hungry!" or "i'm going on lunch," will surely make me want to throw something.
starving dogs have attacked for less, i'm sure.
i played accordion literally all day yesterday. my left shoulder has what i'd call an abrasion caused by friction from the accordion's strap. ultimate street-cred? omfg totes.
last but not least, i feel like this winter is going to be different. the past three winters have been heavy, and the sinking sensation brought by last year's winter left me so incredibly fucked...it was not fair; nothing BAD is FAIR. i have since returned from the island of horrible things, tied my boat and felt shaking legs stand with uncertainty on solid ground. i don't really have a set group of individuals i hang out with, but i have a short list of said individuals whom i'd like to get to know better.
i have a secret theory that all younger peoples hang out with the people they're expected to hang out with (in the[ir] scene) but they really can't stand each other.
it doesn't bother me that i only hang out with a handful of people. music and art have kept me distracted, and as long as i'm being productive i'm not one to complain.
starving dogs have attacked for less, i'm sure.
i played accordion literally all day yesterday. my left shoulder has what i'd call an abrasion caused by friction from the accordion's strap. ultimate street-cred? omfg totes.
last but not least, i feel like this winter is going to be different. the past three winters have been heavy, and the sinking sensation brought by last year's winter left me so incredibly fucked...it was not fair; nothing BAD is FAIR. i have since returned from the island of horrible things, tied my boat and felt shaking legs stand with uncertainty on solid ground. i don't really have a set group of individuals i hang out with, but i have a short list of said individuals whom i'd like to get to know better.
i have a secret theory that all younger peoples hang out with the people they're expected to hang out with (in the[ir] scene) but they really can't stand each other.
it doesn't bother me that i only hang out with a handful of people. music and art have kept me distracted, and as long as i'm being productive i'm not one to complain.
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