| Fester |
[12 Jun 2003|11:55pm] |
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"Pearl's Girl" by Underworld |
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My entries disappoint me lately, maybe I'm "living more"; the classic excuse for poor journalism.
I have 2 festering blisters on my left foot. I like the feeling though. Masochism I suppose. Especially when they sting as I take a shower, shampoo foam running onto the exposed second epidermis, enraging the nerve endings... As I do taking a sweltering hot soak-of-a-bath... So hot you almost pass out and have to lie on your bed and wait until your heart rate returns to normal so as to avoid a good faint. I've never fainted.
I don't go out looking for foot agony. My new sandals supplied that. Damn trendy hunks of elevated cow. I take showers too. I'm normal. Trust me.
People are monopolizing my lounge time now that I'm unemployed again. I'm becoming used to the thrust and pull lifestyle. The dashed potential and stunted hopes. The time in between to mull excessively and take inventory. The brusque relationships I avoid forming.. the solitary weekends I try not to cherish as much. I'm a hermit. Hermits are supposed to be religious and studious. I'm neither. Hermits didn't have the Internet. Electric Jesus blazes.
Zing.com works well in theory. Conversation is no longer an art. Just a necessity.
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