alexithymia
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2013 9 December :: 6.29pm
Paying for my crimes of not following the damn PCOS and Endo diets.
Forced Pescapollotarianism here I come. No more red meats, no wheats, no dairys (sans greek yogurt), no eggs. *le sigh* Must start meal planning so I can stick to this. After all my health depends on it.
Throwing out some of the stuff in my fridge.
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catatonicsean
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2013 9 December :: 3.48pm
:: Mood: busy
:: Music: Sunn O))) - Big Church [Megszentségteleníthetetlenségeskedéseitekért]
Keeping with tradition, after a prolonged period of irresponsibility, I have moved in with my mom.
All my relatives do the same before the age of 30 at least once with their respective parents, because we tend to lead miserable lives built around getting loaded when the chips are down, and forget to make rent payments, or pay bills, etc.
The exception being the females, who occasionally get pregnant and, thusly, are fired from their occupations by dinosaur employers.
In the end, it all amounts to months (or years, in some cases) of cohabitating with people who kicked you out as a teenager for misconduct and tomfoolery, and generally leads to either a conitinued loathing of a parental figure, or the healing of old wounds.
In my particular case, it's really neither. My mom kicked me out when I was 17 (a full decade, and the circle is complete) for being a dopefiend (as in drugs, not weed) and a loon (a natural result of drug use). Now we get on as if nothing had ever happened, but she finds fault with some of the peculiarities I picked up in the real world (not bathing regularly, chainsmoking, foul language that includes racial epithets and a variety of perjoratives), and the fact that I won't return to school until the next fall semester - which has been put off for who-the-hell-knows how long, seeing as I say that I'll go every year since I was 20.
Other than that, every thing is, frankly, "peachy."
Some have said "Where will you take girls?"
Simple: I don't "get" girls, and haven't for quite some time. Originally, I only wanted to get laid as a means of validation, but since then, I have found other ways of placating my egotistical nature.
The only detraction of living at home again is that her house is small and cramped, and there's nowhere to go to be alone. Having a quiet thought is extraordinarily difficult, and masturbation is out of the question. Too many dogs, you see.
But, everything aside, it's good to be back...for now.
are you reaching out
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alexithymia
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2013 7 December :: 8.37am
I think its time to quit pizza. Its not my friend even when gluten free.
Next step start planning my meals out a week in advance and drinking lots more water.
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catatonicsean
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2013 5 December :: 6.12pm
:: Mood: bored
:: Music: Adolescents - Word Attack
There is nothing to do today. The only thing I find intolerable is boredom, and considering how wide the world is, and the wonderous variety of experiences that await those who walk out of their front door, the idea of boredom should be unthinkable.
But this is the real world, and the older you get, one finds that he/she/it has less enthusiasm than necessary to get off their ass and do something.
And let's get one thing straight: Television is weak. They created thousands of channels, and they all happen to suck. Modern culture is retarded, and caters to people who don't mind repetition. Movies suck as well, and virtually everything else that is socially acceptable that occupies free time has lost it's savor.
Not to mention I'm babysitting my mom's dogs tonight (how do I get roped into this shit?), and tearing apart the city brick by brick wouldn't have been an option anyhow. That makes going out all the more enticing...sad how that works, eh? Quoth Joey Ramone, "I just wanna have something to do...besides watch five dogs, plus my own rotten beast." Obviously, Joey Ramone never dog-sat for my mother, but I'm sure his rotting corpse shares my sentiment.
Even the Last Resort, known as Porno, has seen its allure fade like mist before the dawn sunlight.
One of these days, I'll look back on this period and say "Gosh, I had it good. What was my problem?" But that time lies in the distant future, and with luck, I'll have died well before then. Appreciation resides in hindsight, which is unfortunate, because it'd be a hellava lot more useful in the present.
are you reaching out
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catatonicsean
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2013 4 December :: 11.16am
:: Mood: Hung Over
Fuck the sun.
I am hungover.
are you reaching out
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