But it’s not enough. I’m so mad I want to buy a steak and just chew and chew and chew on it (I’m broke, and 85% vegan, so I’m mad).
“The trick is to keep breathing.” I never expected to hear that in a Garbage song. But there it was. Staring at me with the insightful innocence of a baby. The best parts of me are automatic: breathing, heart beating, eye blinking. It’s the rest of me you can’t count on. If I could just concentrate, just direct the bowling ball down the center of the lane long enough so it can see what brand the pins are.
Oh, Monday. He must feel so victimized. We blame everything on him. But it’s difficult not to. He’s always bad, or bland, which is worse. I have to see myself, not my circumstances. It’s like breaking up: It’s not you, it’s me.
MYSELF: like everyone else, same shit, different smell. MY CIRCUMSTANCES: like everyone else, same shit, different smell.
bendanielparman.com 
If you go to my youtube account – suprisingly named “ushwin” – not only will you see the flat that you were in, but you will hear your dulcet tones in the background!
Consider me told!
What were you doing at OSWC?? I’ll be there on 4th Jan. I fly in on Christmas day, and leave again the evening of the 4th. Can we please hang out at some point during my visit, now that we’re real friends and not just internet-friends-slash-real-life-acquaintances?
Thanks.
this whole vegan situation is news to my little ears.
I just re-read this properly and read
“MY CIRCUMSTANCES: like everyone else, same shit, different smell”.
as
“MY CIRCUMCISION: like everyone else, same shit, different smell”.
Which is a whole different story!