(Hahaha.)
I've lost about 25 lbs in the past seven months.
I didn't know how much that really was. I thought: Oh, cool, I can wear these T-shirts again and not look like a douchebag who wears tight shirts.
I thought: Wow, I'm the same body that I was going into college. I'm at high school weight.
I thought: Jesus Christ, losing that extra weight around my face makes me look younger.
I didn't know how much that really was, because I haven't felt thinner. Until I lay on my bed with my knees up to support my mac as I typed, I hadn't felt a lick thinner than I was one year ago, right after four years of binge drinking on an almost nightly basis. But I lay on my bed, surfing the internet after smoking a joint, and instead of resting the front edge of my computer on my belly, I rested it on my hip bones, and the very middle of the mac doesn't reach to the bottom of valley of skin it stretches.
Holy shit, poverty starves people alive. I am starving alive!
I'm like Christian Bale in The Mechanist! I'm like Trevor Reznik, and this has been happening for close to a year, and I'd never noticed!
Instead of coffee and cigarettes, it's water and marijuana. Christ!--I've even been cleaning my hands recently with a lot of bleach. In fact just today I noticed how much my hands have been burning for the last few weeks.
You guys!
OH MY GOD!!
(Is this an indica-response to a sativa? Or a sative-response to an indica? Just what the hell is going on here? What the hell kind of pot did I buy from that guy?)