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I don't know why I am all subversive sometimes. I have some friends I have made off of bme over the years, but it remains completely true that despite the whirlwind activity of the underground mod community in nyc, I have no friends who are tattooed or pierced to any great extent. Not that it matters; I have always chosen my friends for all the good stuff. Anyway, this is my excuse as to why my posts
have been somewhat sporadic and very basic. I have a couple other sites that I utilize, one being live journal, and someone suckered me into friendster, though it is very much useless for me. It's probably because I don't care enough, and remain just lazy enough to refuse to indicate common interests.
ANYhow, I have decided to go back to school for next fall. This, of course, entails I take care of some shit now, namely a student loan, and pull some portfolio pieces out. SVA is the school of choice, Fine Arts the major until I decide what I want my concentration to be in. I know myself well enough to know that I cannot be ...
I came in early again to my little workplace, much invigorated by the countless hours I spend here. It's an alright place to work, and this gym boasts one of the most diverse groups of people I have ever seen sweatin' it out. That and the eye candy on occasion doesn't disturb the eyes to any great degree. The boys, the girls, it's nice to see people doing their own thing. Currently there is this blonde woman doing this arm movement which reminds me very much of my boy dancing. Rocking out on the treadmill, how hardcore can you get?
For some reason people come in here all the time and ask me if I am a trainer. Be it the lanky, slightly muscular appearance people hallucinate on the gym floor or just the random desire to train with super tall tattooed girl, I have no idea. The point is, my exercise program is minimal to say the least. Maybe once every other week will I subject myself to the dismal condition of sweating amongst a large mass, be it in the spinning or yoga studio. The point is, I don't do a lot, and even though half my pants are ...
So yes, I have been accused, and rightly so, of being a negative being. Call it a creature of habit, whatever. I TRY to see the glass as half-full, and I do my best not to under-appreciate circumstances around me.
One thing I cannot get around is how continued lying by my surgeons is not supposed to impact my way of thinking. First of all, getting a straight answer out of anyone about my condition is almost impossible. The people subject to my line of questioning usually feign ignorance, or try to brush them off with vague answers. I just don't understand how you can twist an honest straight-forward question into something that has to be deciphered. For example, in regards to my last possible surgery, I was told that I would not feel it like I felt the others. I asked why? No answer, but you won't be able to feel it. Perhaps in my ignorance I didn't happen to assume that the example would be similar to a plane crash, meaning that you don't feel a plane crash because you are already dead.
The other thing I cannot figure out is how my doctor's neglected to tell me that endovascular ...
