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| I become: anorexic. by Zsenitan 06/13/2009, 11:15pm PDT | ||||
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| I have been very sick for the last three weeks, which is why I have not had the energy to correct FABIO's compulsive smearing of my character. Confession to Jonsey: sorry about whatever they call drunk dialing when you do it in the middle of a fever mania. :( anyway I am finally coming out of it. Yay!
After my temperature hit some neuron-slaughtering number early on Sunday, I spontaneously lost my heroic appetite. And not just on the level of "cut down to only half a cow and two gallons of whole milk a day", I mean down to the "most of a chicken leg for dinner" level. It has deeply fucked with the way that I spend my time and view my social engagements. And, most of all, it has profoundly affected my pooping. I could really count on my poo before but now it proves to be as shifty a Benedict Arnold as was ever minted. First off: I now have the tastebuds of an irritable child. HELLO please take your subtle flavors and red peppers somewhere else. I will be having exactly one third of a chicken finger, two fries, and 50 mL of absolutely the coldest possible chocolate milk. Cut the chicken finger into animal shapes! Please! Second off: instead of a sensation of luxurious fullness after eating, I have this queer greasy unease, like I have been purchased by the Devil to shit evil and so must consume wickedness. It's like finding myself with one less genital, getting cut off from the delights of satiety. Third off: where I had spent hours of shopping and cooking time to create lustrous culinary masterpieces for my beloved home audience, now I just want the whole thing to be over with. Some quartered mushrooms boiled in instant ramen broth? Great. I worry that I will descend to the level of eating like Last. On the plus side: I have never been so caught up on my rss feeds before. Fourth off: what the hell, poo. We had a deal. I don't want to go into this too much because it is both surreal and gross. But guys, poo can be really different than the poo you're used to pooing. There are different kinds of poo and sometimes several of them can show up in a day. The one new poo that I'm exceptionally unmoved (heh heh) by is the Fire Poo, legendary bane of the spicy food enthusiast. I never had it before, I had a magnificent tolerance for things like "eat whole raw habeneros by the handful" or "win spicy food bets vs. thai people" yet never a single Fire Poo. That's - that's all gone now. It's still kind of freaking me out, and I wonder whether it will last, and more importantly whether I want it to last, secretly or not. One gets used to things being a certain way, and one does not expect the rules to change so suddenly. One also must be cautious of repackaging old insecurities as fresh lifestyle experiments. I have also learned that everyone in the world likes me better when I'm weak, febrile, and dependent on their willingness to provide me with sportade. So that was also depressing. |
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I become: anorexic. by 06/13/2009, 11:15pm PDT  Jerky............ OFFY NT by 06/14/2009, 4:51pm PDT Can you please become skinny and hot NT by 06/14/2009, 10:40pm PDT No. It is too late for that. However I can move back into the mere 2x/3x size ra NT by 06/14/2009, 11:06pm PDT Girl by 06/14/2009, 11:12pm PDT But keep your tits big and post pix by 06/14/2009, 11:16pm PDT OR ASS BIG THAT'S WHAT I'M INTO MMMM YEAH NT by 06/15/2009, 12:33am PDT I -- okay? What?? It was the highlight of my week! NT by 06/14/2009, 11:39pm PDT |
