My whiteheads are HUGE. You’d wanna pop them. The thing I love about my skin purging is that they happen overnight, there is no festering beneath the skin. It’s not pleasant to look at though.
There was one that went off rather loudly while I was on the train and I’d imagine I must have looked rather sheepishly embarrassed. I am feel like I’m back in the 80′s being filed under the “women’s music” section. It’s not as bad as showing up as a sexy devil to work that first year but my “performance” was definitely out there.
Theres something about long hair that makes me feel girlie. Yesterday at dance class my instructor told me that I have excellent posture and that he was very impressed with how far I’ve come in just 3 weeks (it’s been 4 but who’s counting). He also congratulated me on finally growing an ass, which is great because my disadvantage in this style is that I just don’t have enough junk to really shake around.
I do tarot card readings here and there to see if I can gain insight. I know my center of balance but it’s all really vague, like the outcome will be “the magician” which means it’s up to me to create my reality. I bow to broccoli, and sharks, and the duckbilled platypus.
“I make the kind of foot-tapping, heart stonking, trippy thoughts that melds your brain in to a big mush of unbridled, beardy love. Bruised bones are a small, small price to pay for thoughts as downright sublime as this.”
