Lately I often feel like I'm speaking Japanese to a strictly Swahili-speaking audience. Is it me? Do I make no sense whatsoever?
Part of the problem, I think, is that I never shut the fuck up. I spend my whole day babbling like an idiot, and then almost every evening socializing. Even I don't know what I'm talking about anymore.
Let's see, what else can I tell you? (See? I really have nothing to say but I can't. stop. talking.) I guess we could talk about body alteration for a second. I haven't completely given up on the whole tattoo idea as a celebration of my exit from Corporate America (in six weeks, five days, seven hours, and counting), but I have become more enamoured with the idea of poking holes in myself instead. Up until just a couple of years ago I had seven or eight piercings in each ear, and I've sort of missed them since I let them grow back in. Hole-poking is also nice because it's more or less risk-free. You can always change your mind.
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