My Life: A History of Dust
This morning I had one of those walking-out-of-a-burning-building-surviving-a-car-crash type life affirming realizations. This is going to sound cocky:
I am attractive.
I know, weird. No longer am I a too-scrawney, too-short, too-smart assed, too-annying, bespecticaled freak. I am not a loser.
I have become cool on my own terms.
This is something I wouldnt've even thought possible in highschool. My acne's cleared up, I bathe regularly, I dress well. And damn it, people like me.
I'm going to take this crazy life like a bull by the horns and hold on for dear... you get the picture. This next six months will be the first six months of the rest of my life and if you guys don't like it than fine.
Everything before this is only so much smoke and mirrors. If you want to be my friend, be my friend. If you don't, don't. I'm tired of feeling like a hanger-on. I'm not a hanger-on. I'm a leader. I'm neccesary. I can't spell.
That's all, folks.
I am attractive.
I know, weird. No longer am I a too-scrawney, too-short, too-smart assed, too-annying, bespecticaled freak. I am not a loser.
I have become cool on my own terms.
This is something I wouldnt've even thought possible in highschool. My acne's cleared up, I bathe regularly, I dress well. And damn it, people like me.
I'm going to take this crazy life like a bull by the horns and hold on for dear... you get the picture. This next six months will be the first six months of the rest of my life and if you guys don't like it than fine.
Everything before this is only so much smoke and mirrors. If you want to be my friend, be my friend. If you don't, don't. I'm tired of feeling like a hanger-on. I'm not a hanger-on. I'm a leader. I'm neccesary. I can't spell.
That's all, folks.