vicarz | (no subject)

After the zoo I hit the house - the floor is completely installed on the top floor throughout! To my relief, there was material left over (a bunch even, though not a lot to spare overall if you really need a lot of overage). For those of you absolutely riveted by this process, you may recall one of the batches I bought was covered in red glue and felt from something on top of it - we were worried about 50% might be damaged. Installed, it only looks to be about 10-20% max (if that). Curiously too there were a couple random woods mixed in, grainy ones not part of the original oak, which appear to be set in the floor as well. I think it looks odd and likely won't come out with the sanding...but who cares; it looks neat.

Curiously aging freaks are by and large getting fitter. A friend noted the fact we went from kids to fat to fit as a trend...and it's kinda true. I guess there was the body of youth, the slow onset of notfit followed by some undeniable mirror or doctor-visit moments, then learning this fit thing like a console system? It's nice to be able to banter about fitnessy stuff though.

The zoo reunion tour was nice - I'm thrilled to observe myself under the glass though. I'm not as self-conscious as I was, and I really like calmer me a lot more. I'm still a little hyper here and there, so it's something I won't forget quickly, but just being comfortable and confident still feels like a gift.

Leaving the zoo I passed not one, but two mini-fan-changing station moments. Yup, one poor guy even apologized to someone vulturing his spot that he'd be moving after the baby change. I think I saw poo but I was trying not to look. Related, another friend said kids at my age are a bad idea. If I didn't, I'd have one HELL of a comfortable slide down into the grave. I think I fucking want kids though, for while I will fucking die on them, at least I seem to have something to leave them.

Also at my house the neighbors were out, with babies, on the porch. I said hi which turned into the say hi a lot game, then said bye which turned in to the bye-bye game. I talked with them and noted I might be able to move in, say memorial day. I also noticed while I talked to them I could smell the sanitizing agent from the portapotty...

I would really like some thank you ideas to show appreciation for all they've put up with.

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It was my observation when I lived in DC that the goth women were either XS or XL. Which isn't surprising given that most of us became goths after having been bullied, and it makes sense that many were bullied for our shapes. Fat teenager/young adult finds an accepting home in the goth scene. Twenty years of living in a scene that accepts them, fat goth's memories of bullying have faded and they can objectively assess their own health situation and make a commitment to getting fitter.

The girls who had the ideal hourglass figures, on the other hand, hit 30 and got fat. Maybe they're the ones who are still fat?

I went from kid to kid to still kid.

As for your neighbours, a home-baked cake or pie is always welcome. Speaking of fat.

Dammit! I was totally cashing in on the fact that everybody got fat around me and suddenly I was average despite remaining the same size...