sitting here trying to think of a good subject line

Going to see Guster tonight. I wasn’t sure if I was going to bring my camera or not, but I’ve decided I am. It’s bigger than most digital cameras and I don’t really like taking it if I want to focus on enjoying the show. But I will be alone, and it gives me confidence in social situations. I should name my camera. Because I’m starting to actually “love” it, have feelings for it. Then again, it doesn’t talk, so that’s probably why.

“That was a HORRIBLE picture. What the fuck made you think that would be good. You’re such a hack.”
“Bu….”
“No. Seriously. I can’t believe you are still making payments on me. You wasted your money. NO, don’t take that in sepia!”
*throws camera down and runs away sobbing*

Aaaaaand, scene.

I haven’t dyed my hair yet. I think I actually like it this color. Maybe I’m not in the mood to deal with the stares and comments. Maybe I’m just too lazy. Maybe I fucking “grew up” and didn’t notice. Yeeeah, probably laziness.

My nails are really long, not grotesquely so. I have mystery bruises on my right arm. There’s a tiny black dot imbedded in the skin on my left knee. I think it’s a rock or something that was sealed in with a former wound. I want to dig it out. I do stupid things like that. I took a mole off the back of my neck once, with nail clippers. That’s pretty gross, huh? Anyway, I’ve lost 40 lbs since last March(disgusting, eh?), so you can all suck it.

Speaking of, last night I had a dream that I could go down on myself.

I think I will take up yoga.