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dragonlady7Why, oh why, did I think that going to practice after spending the whole day, and I do mean the whole day, gardening would be a good idea?
I am so beat. It's not that any one part of my body hurts-- which I think is responsible for my fallacious (is that a word? it should be) thinking that I hadn't really worked *that* hard-- it's just that all of me feels like it's made of lead.
I know that's good for me. And i used to work about this hard almost every day, when I was waitressing and skating.
But I am such a wuss. I worked for nearly 8 solid hours in that garden, swinging a rake/cultivator thing, shoveling, hauling stuff, bending and lifting and straining. Then I made dinner, which was relatively easy, but involved a lot of attention. And then I sat and stared at tattooed naked chicks for a while, which was neat. (Some blog about alt-porn. Somehow I'd never heard of such a thing. It seems a bit pretentious, and pats itself on the back a lot about not being just 'busty blond bimbos', and the blogger said negative things about blonde models, like hello, you're looking at a fucking naked chick, stop being so picky. And of course, the "curvy" girls were like a size ten. Very alt. Really. But it was diverting, and mostly I looked at their tattoos.
I want a tattoo, but I don't actually want one. I want the concept of having a tattoo. But I can't commit. I'm terrible at commitment. Oy. It's not even the pain that deters me, it's just the having the same thing on me forever that does.
Oh, and also the expense. I sort of forget what it was like to have disposable income. Right at the moment, I actually need to go grocery shopping and stock up on staples, but am making little runs and eking through on creative use of what I have, because I don't think I can afford a full grocery trip just right now. Yes, it's sort of that bad. Ugh.
So money to pay some artist to draw something on me?
Yeah. Whatever.
Oh. I am so tired. Why am I not asleep? Because arising from this couch would require strength, which I don't have.
I am so beat. It's not that any one part of my body hurts-- which I think is responsible for my fallacious (is that a word? it should be) thinking that I hadn't really worked *that* hard-- it's just that all of me feels like it's made of lead.
I know that's good for me. And i used to work about this hard almost every day, when I was waitressing and skating.
But I am such a wuss. I worked for nearly 8 solid hours in that garden, swinging a rake/cultivator thing, shoveling, hauling stuff, bending and lifting and straining. Then I made dinner, which was relatively easy, but involved a lot of attention. And then I sat and stared at tattooed naked chicks for a while, which was neat. (Some blog about alt-porn. Somehow I'd never heard of such a thing. It seems a bit pretentious, and pats itself on the back a lot about not being just 'busty blond bimbos', and the blogger said negative things about blonde models, like hello, you're looking at a fucking naked chick, stop being so picky. And of course, the "curvy" girls were like a size ten. Very alt. Really. But it was diverting, and mostly I looked at their tattoos.
I want a tattoo, but I don't actually want one. I want the concept of having a tattoo. But I can't commit. I'm terrible at commitment. Oy. It's not even the pain that deters me, it's just the having the same thing on me forever that does.
Oh, and also the expense. I sort of forget what it was like to have disposable income. Right at the moment, I actually need to go grocery shopping and stock up on staples, but am making little runs and eking through on creative use of what I have, because I don't think I can afford a full grocery trip just right now. Yes, it's sort of that bad. Ugh.
So money to pay some artist to draw something on me?
Yeah. Whatever.
Oh. I am so tired. Why am I not asleep? Because arising from this couch would require strength, which I don't have.
