Morning of 12-13-6

Random picture. I’m still looking to supercede my DD picture with something a little more current. But I’m not quite where I want to be yet. I do have more definition in my shoulder than I give myself credit for. My fear of a bulk belly is receding quickly as I realize, “Fuck that, I gotta GROW.” I gained fifteen pounds last winter/spring. Maybe I could gain another fifteen pounds this winter/spring, and just deal with the consequences. We’ll see, I don’t think I’ll be nearly as aggressive as I was, but I know doing pre-sleep cottage cheese helps in maintaining my weight.

Otherwise, I like that picture because my left side is lit up by my wall light, looks darker, and for some reason my arm isn’t as flexed. Huh. Happens. other side is lit up by natural sunlight and looks better.

I’m also feeling particularly growlly because I have a lot to do today. I have one research paper to do, and one muscle test to study for. I realized it would probably be in my best interests to focus on the muscle test. I know if I sit down and run through those muscles over and over again, I can learn them in a few hours. But if I focus on the paper and only have an hour or two, it won’t be enough time to really get the muscles. Our teacher kept saying how the muscle portion would be hard. It kind of isn’t? We don’t even need to know all the annoying shoulder muscles, we just need to know mostly superficial muscles of the chest, back, upper arms, and thighs. ..I think. And linea alba. She jills to linea alba.

Since I’m being random, might as well talk about poop. When the hell did I get this comfortable with myself? I’ve always been particularly pee-comfortable. But I felt that I could announce it, but not really go into much detail about my #2s. I remember Cliff said he never wanted to be on the can talking to a girl who was also on the can. I should ask him about that and see if his feelings have changed at all. Ha ha.

I was on the phone with Jen last night, and I had to share this awesome #2 I had on Sunday. No, seriously. I’m at a point where I can look at my #2 and know exactly what it was that I ate. Things go through my digestive tract in about 18 – 24, no more than 30 hours. I looked down in the bowl and I noticed the color wasn’t the normal light brown, but more orangy-yellow. I paused.

“Ah! That must be the fruit mush I had yesterday!”

Saturday, I tested out tossing an apple, and orange, and two carrots in a blender. It was an utter success, as I hate fruit and vegetables and I now have something else to eat. I don’t know, seeing this really amused me. Plus, it was a really clean #2. I love when you’re on your second wipe and you realize, “Wow. It’s CLEAN. My anus is CLEAN! YAY FOR A CLEAN ANUS!” Relatively speaking, of course, I wouldn’t toss a lady’s salad unless her anus was shower-fresh.

Turns out Jen also had a rather awesome #2 recently. She had a #2 that looked like a seven-inch penis. :: nods :: She considered taking a picture, but thought that would be, you know, a little weird. Under most circumstances, I probably don’t want to see your #2. Hell, sometimes I don’t even want to see my own #2s. But a seven inch penis? Girl, take a picture of that and post it on ratemypoo.com! Not a site you ever frequent, but a site you NEED to know exists, in the event you have a spectacular #2.

Anyway, this somehow qualifies in my mind as a “quick” entry, or maybe that’s just because of how fast I type. I’ll go pee, and venture forth into the day. I think I joked yesterday about how my anus would be bleeding after bending over and taking all this work in the ass. But that’s not really the attitude I have right now. My attitude right now is far more I WILL CRUSH YOU, PUNY HUMAN. BETTER TO LIVE ON YOU FEET THAN DIE ON YOUR KNEES! Grawr! :: hefts his supple ballsac :: I’VE GOT BALLS, BITCH!