The scale at Publix weighed me at 181 pounds, although it toyed with me at first as it lingered in the 170s. Fucking contraption. Anyway, I have officially lost forty pounds. I cannot remember the last time I was so thin
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Marvin gave some good advice. I was talking to my coworkers, and our friendly barista (where we all go to drink sometimes--she calls me "Smoothie Boy" because I never get coffee). Something about "I am always trying to improve my social skills." I guess, like all introverted people, it kind of comes down to, what is the right thing to say (and overanalysis). Sometimes I would bust my ass talking/not talking to one person, only to realize it doesn't fucking matter (because she is going to be a bitch and treat me the same either way). There is this neurotic feeling that kind of mirrors the lyrics of Losing My Relgion:
The lengths that I will go to The distance in your eyes Oh no, I've said too much I set it up ... That's me in the corner That's me in the spotlight, I'm Losing my religion Trying to keep up with you And I don't know if I can do it Oh no, I've said too much I haven't said enough
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The lengths that I will go to
The distance in your eyes
Oh no, I've said too much
I set it up
...
That's me in the corner
That's me in the spotlight, I'm
Losing my religion
Trying to keep up with you
And I don't know if I can do it
Oh no, I've said too much
I haven't said enough
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