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I'm still breathing. Still waking up in the morning.
Tried my first real sushi today. In real I mean fresh made, sitting at the counter and watching the guy make it type. OMG it was sooooo good. First time trying eel also, it was part of the sushi. I can't recall what the appetizer was called but it was awesomeness as well.
Working on my costume and pics are coming soon, for those that might like to see.
I have to get the holes made, the ribs made and in place, dye things and add some details. Still trying to find shoes and a wig though once I have those, oh and a pair of pantyhose that I can slice and dice. I'll have everything I need to make it complete.
Mind Ramblings:
They say you always remember your fist love and you never really stop loving them in a manner. They say you always have feelings for them.
Well, I reconnected with my first love and, honestly, I felt/feel nothing. I didn't feel even the smallest stirring of anything for him other than a tiny tinge of old friendship but even that was iffy. I have a feeling that this was because of his acceptance of his lifestyle. The acceptance of being... nothing. I want to think I felt some pity for him. Pity bordering on revulsion. I guess it was the way I was raised, the way I feel and believe, I just don't know how people can live the way he was/is.
What makes people want to give up on life. Give up on having something in their life.
Tried my first real sushi today. In real I mean fresh made, sitting at the counter and watching the guy make it type. OMG it was sooooo good. First time trying eel also, it was part of the sushi. I can't recall what the appetizer was called but it was awesomeness as well.
Working on my costume and pics are coming soon, for those that might like to see.
I have to get the holes made, the ribs made and in place, dye things and add some details. Still trying to find shoes and a wig though once I have those, oh and a pair of pantyhose that I can slice and dice. I'll have everything I need to make it complete.
Mind Ramblings:
They say you always remember your fist love and you never really stop loving them in a manner. They say you always have feelings for them.
Well, I reconnected with my first love and, honestly, I felt/feel nothing. I didn't feel even the smallest stirring of anything for him other than a tiny tinge of old friendship but even that was iffy. I have a feeling that this was because of his acceptance of his lifestyle. The acceptance of being... nothing. I want to think I felt some pity for him. Pity bordering on revulsion. I guess it was the way I was raised, the way I feel and believe, I just don't know how people can live the way he was/is.
What makes people want to give up on life. Give up on having something in their life.