Like You’ve Never Seen

I have decided that for the next ten days I’m probably just going to be really feral and unkempt. My face is weird w/o makeup. What of it. I can’t be bothered.

I’m also going to stick a whole bunch of little temporary tattoos in random, invisible places. Like my stomach. And my big toe. There are not enough obscure places to my body on which to apply temporary tattoos.

Now that my room is neat and orderly, it’s also really wintry. My nail beds are blue. I’m going to hasten a guess and say my lips probably are, too. There are some people this would be becoming on. I think I would just look sick.

I’m actually very positive today, you wouldn’t know it. When I am content I give off somewhat of a bland vibe. That’s because I’m not strung out and worrying over irrational things. Like my hairline. I’ve been increasingly positive for the past little while, which is great. I want to say something really pretentious like ‘I feel my soul may be warming up, at last’. And I just did. There you go. But I actually kind-of agree with that. I feel.. Uh.. Spirited. High-spirited. And wide-eyed. Like a lemur. I’m not usually one to trust irrational positivity, but it feels like it’s sticking around. Cool. It’s like a little dude camped out on my shoulder whistling carnival tunes. Just got a mental image of PeeWee Herman, which isn’t right at all. That guy got arrested for wanking in a movie theater. That’s not what my dude should look like. 

I have to get dressed now. My mother is dropping off a colander. Just for kicks.