I've been visiting the doctor a lot lately. I had to get an MRI the other day. Fucking weird man.
YUM. I bruise like a little peach! (and I got a nice little rash thing there from sweating under my bandaid.) It's not a big deal, really, it's just that my brain and my ovaries aren't on speaking terms, so I don't ovulate. I probably haven't since I was about 16. Weird. They say it's probably treatable with medicine. Not that I'm looking to have babies anytime soon but it would be nice to have a properly functioning body.
In_Aevum made an amazing card of me:
I spent too much money today on only a leotard and thigh-hi tube socks. Laugh all you want. I got styyyyle. I youtubed "push it" today (don't ask) and as I watched it I realized that I wear basically this outfit down to the boots all the time:
Except my chain isnt quite that big (I'm working on it!) I'm gonna start dancing like that too, when I go out. You think I'm kidding...
My job used to be fucking amazing. I'd get paid--not much, but whatever-- to hang out and read or draw around amazing artwork. When people needed help or had questions or were being a-holes and trying to touch the artwork I'd have to help. Now, because of some incidents where artwork was damaged, we're not allowed to read or anything. So basically I sit there and stare at the wall for 7 hours a day, 30-40+ hours a week. It's fucking EXCRUCIATING. Friday, I work a 12 hour shift. Twelve straight hours of nothingness. It's mind numbing. More incentive to get that "real" job I suppose.
I miss last summer. I didn't have to do shit except "work" and drink myself into a stupor. It's weird thinking back on the past four or so years. I feel so old. And sort of sad because I'll never have that back again. But there are good things, exciting things in the future, I think.
I guess I'm gonna go stick some weave in my hair.
Peaces.
YUM. I bruise like a little peach! (and I got a nice little rash thing there from sweating under my bandaid.) It's not a big deal, really, it's just that my brain and my ovaries aren't on speaking terms, so I don't ovulate. I probably haven't since I was about 16. Weird. They say it's probably treatable with medicine. Not that I'm looking to have babies anytime soon but it would be nice to have a properly functioning body.
In_Aevum made an amazing card of me:
I spent too much money today on only a leotard and thigh-hi tube socks. Laugh all you want. I got styyyyle. I youtubed "push it" today (don't ask) and as I watched it I realized that I wear basically this outfit down to the boots all the time:
Except my chain isnt quite that big (I'm working on it!) I'm gonna start dancing like that too, when I go out. You think I'm kidding...
My job used to be fucking amazing. I'd get paid--not much, but whatever-- to hang out and read or draw around amazing artwork. When people needed help or had questions or were being a-holes and trying to touch the artwork I'd have to help. Now, because of some incidents where artwork was damaged, we're not allowed to read or anything. So basically I sit there and stare at the wall for 7 hours a day, 30-40+ hours a week. It's fucking EXCRUCIATING. Friday, I work a 12 hour shift. Twelve straight hours of nothingness. It's mind numbing. More incentive to get that "real" job I suppose.
I miss last summer. I didn't have to do shit except "work" and drink myself into a stupor. It's weird thinking back on the past four or so years. I feel so old. And sort of sad because I'll never have that back again. But there are good things, exciting things in the future, I think.
I guess I'm gonna go stick some weave in my hair.
Peaces.
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Hope all goes well with the doc and stuff, and you get that body all into wack and all.
Oh yeah, that card is super sweet!.