Growing up hasn't been all that bad, I sometimes reassure myself. I mean look at me. I earn money now. Crisp and warm notes right out of the ATM machine. Baking hot. Ready to be flushed down the drain on bouts of impulsive shopping. Clothes and more clothes piling on top of some more clothes. One of these days I will buy myself a spunky new phone. Sometimes, I look at myself while smoking. I sit right in front of the mirror ashtray in place, make-shift or otherwise. I love how I look, mostly tired but with some kind of a spark, blowing away those smoke rings into the dust hung in space. I swear, dear blog.
And guess what? I DID it! After years and years of wasting those playful teenage hours and minutes and seconds with obsessing about how fat I am, I have finally lost weight. Most of it. Although I am still not reed thin. I don't think I would ever like to be. I still have my paunch. The protruding belly. Thats a part of me. Not just bodily, it is a part of my character. It is me.
3 comments:
You know I still don't know how to work an atm
like I go to the atm insert the card
then the machine is supposed to ask me for a pin
but it never does
this is some kind of profiling
the machines hate me
=)) =)) =))
What's so funny about that?
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