even more realizations.

tonight i made dinner for my family, since my step dad had to work. so i bought a whole chicken already cut into pieces because the thought of cutting a chicken disgusted me.

well i was right about something.

seeing the tiny ribs on the thing almost made me throw up. i couldn't touch it and put it in the pan, but oddly enough i still ate it. in probably 20 years of eating chicken, today was the first time i felt i almost couldn't, for a real reason. seeing the little bones, and the skin that could still have tiny pieces of fur on it... and even thinking about it now makes me feel sick. strange things are happening.




so anyway, its almost my birthday. a friend of mine, from since i was a baby, texted me to see what i was doing (party, bar, etc.) and my response was "getting tattooed hopefully, and my dad is taking me bowling." i'm gonna be 22, and i'm going bowling with my dad for my birthday. and i'm pretty excited.




i'm getting old. my life is getting sad, but really i'm kind of happier.