This Is Me, All Re-Inspired An Stuf

(Originally May 31 2006)

Trading a few posts with this guy has re-sparked my blogging.

I don't have much to say right now, but it will probably get more wordy as I tap away.

Anyway, I'm still going to the gym since last post and I've lost 6 pounds. My tummy is still convex, nudging the keyboard ever so slightly and creating a rest for my thumbs. I wonder what all is really in there? Fluid? Yellow waxy globs of fat? Intestines? What makes it bulge out so? Why do I have the same organs as the fellows at the gym, and yet they can carry theirs behind a vertical shield, and mine strains out like it wants to be born? I dunno either and I can't afford an ultrasound, so I'm just going to keep plugging away. The very second I can afford liposuction, I'm getting it.

I'm still letting my creditors snatch money out of my accounts. In two more months, I will have paid off two of them. That also means in two months, I will not be flirting with overdraft charges that occur when creditors take their share. My banking prowess remains legendary. I simply need to have more money IN there before I will stop overdrafting. I'm old enough now to know I have this fault that won't go away. I have a positive balance today and I'm hungry? Then I'm going to spend the money and leave tomorrow to fend for itself. Cha-ching!

I still live with My Benefactor and I still do not trust or like him. He still is a functioning, uppermiddleclass junkie. If he were a black man and lived in an inner-city, you would call him a crackhead. I still do not like his son, who smokes pot everytime he comes for a visit and barges into my room to ask if I can smell it on him, which yes, every single time I can, you $@#hole, and no for the millionth time, I don't think it's funny or cool now get away from me before I spend the rest of my life in jail because of your trifling, disgusting $@#.

I still love my job. I feel prevented to describe it as much as I would like to because of client confidentiality. But it keeps me busy and I swoon with job satisfaction at least 3x's a week. I mean lookit--it's already June. Half of 2006 is about to be over. A blur.

I saw X-Men: The Last Stand and was instantly inspired to write the next screenplay in the series which the producers say will not happen. (I did the same thing back in 2000 when the first X-Men came out. In fact, I think I'll put my old thing online now since it will never be anything more than harmless fanfiction at this point.

Okay, that's all for now.)