Ugly. Fat. Bald. My teeth aren’t perfectly white, they’re an off white, and nothing I do gets them super white. Hell no, I’m not competing with the tissue test. If my teeth were meant to look like heavily bleached wood pulp, they’d be heavily bleached wood pulp. Tissue test. Jesus. Fuck you, Crest 3D….
Month: March 2017
The Last Joy
I felt it leave today. That cool, soft breeze has fluttered away. On day 9 of 4 1/2 hours of sleep with 11 interruptions, I felt it go. I tended to the reason for its disappearance, and took a shower. The water and I communed for a time, and I shared its breath as it…
My Last Generation
I wonder at this point whether I will ever have children. What so many people take for granted, is something that has eluded me to this point, along with living a life, experiencing the world, enjoying freedom and liberty, securing my future. I take part in none of these things, and didn’t really get the…
A Few Revisions
I made a few revisions to the site last night. I removed some of my favorite lists, and a few other personal details because I realized how easy it is to use those to forge someone’s identity. Fortunately, they were only up there for three years, so everything should be okay. Anyway, so a…
Holy Fuck I’m Smart!
I’m not bragging on this one. I really am above average in terms of intelligence. It’s just that for the past 15 years, that intelligence, that ability to perceive concepts that might be out of reach of others, has waned significantly due to the fucking awful chemical imbalance that is depression. Sometimes, though… sometimes it…
All Work And No Play
Makes Jack a Dull Boy. Poor Jack. A dull boy. He isn’t dull in the sense that he is boring, though I am certain he has become uninteresting. Rather, Jack is a dull boy because his senses are dull. His creativity has dulled. His mind is dull, his emotions are dull, everything about him speaks…
Happy St. Birthday 2017
Today is St. Patrick’s Day, and is also my birthday. I am 37.
Skritch
Something’s itching. I don’t know from whence it comes, but it’s itchy, and prickly, and I can feel it on my skin, in my mind, and deep, deep down, and I just don’t know what can be done about it. I get this itchy feeling on occasion and usually when I do, either something very…
Man, I Feel Like A Woman
Ha ha ha ha, yeah, that title gets overused, don’t judge me. Still, I was commenting on a friend’s Facebook page. She’s an all around great person, someone whom I have admired for years, and she had posted a picture comment about lesbians and chivalry. I believe it was something to the effect that chivalry…
When We Die
I watched a video yesterday morning, called “People Watching: Death is Scientifically Bullshit.” It was an intriguing video, offering a point of view I hadn’t heard before, so if you’d like, you can watch it below: Now, with that in mind, here are my thoughts on the subject: I would love to believe this is…