I'm so not used to insomnia.  I had a now-rare night of no sleep, and today was just all about moping around and melting down.  Seriously, I couldn't figure out what to eat, I was getting deliriously hungry, Irv and Alden were hassling me in their own bombastic Walling Way, and I just started crying.   After I broke down, Irv was like "you need to eat, then go take a nap or something."  I think the tears came because the way the day was going to look, he planned on dragging me to store after store, again.  That's happened two weeks in a row, and after a shopping excursion, I'm crippled for days.  It's cold, rainy, and the reason I didn't sleep already was intense pain.

It's been a loss of a day.  Sleeping on the couch for half the day.  No gym.  Bleh.

Some stupid twat over on Spark posted a link to a CNN article on a message board about fat fashionistas making blogs, with the idea like "why are people always trying to justify their fatness?".   Um, Stupid Twat, you are in a weight loss and fitness community...  I served it back, and it felt good to silence a stupid fat hating twat.

Also, Pintrest.  I'm on Pintrest now. I  have no idea what the fuck this is all about.  I'm just gaily going from thing to thing posting pins on my boards.  Pins for beer! Pins for snakes!  Pins for tarot cards!

καλλίστῃ in the Springtime!

I still meant every word of that post.  I'm reading cards again.  I eschew all systems, I fly.  It's freeing to have tools and use them as such.  Utilizing the cards, is akin to not having any religious system, but feeling like "I need some Jesus" and popping into Sunday church for some communion, and getting that boost of Vitamin God.  I should do that sometime. I can still make like a Catholic, and take the Host properly. They're all symbols, all reminders for our human shells.  Divine self doesn't need them, but sometimes these tools make it easier to figure out your Divine self, or talk to it or touch it.

Fnord.

I just saw that quote below, on Tumblr.  I still don't totally get Tumblr.  It's like blogging, but with lots of pictures and memes?  So, like FB but with less soccer moms and "-ville" games?  I have no idea.  I'm just a writer. Therefore I write.  Blogger seems to be better about pictures and whatnot, than it used to be. Maybe I'll start putting the songs I'm obsessed with, quotes, and other mental ejaculations here.

So, that quote.  Yeah.  I would still fuck Henry Rollins into the ground like a tent peg.

I don’t need a god. I have you and your beautiful mouth, your hands holding onto me, the nails leaving unfelt wounds, your hot breath on my neck.
— Henry Rollins

I am SHOUTING INTO SPACE.  BAAAAGHGHGHGHAAAH.

I've been blogging my ass off, but over on Spark.  I keep it squeaky clean, there, but it's a place where I can ramble about mundane shit like exercise and eating.  I'm exercising more and eating less.

I made a friend there, and she sent me a link to her tumblr.  A) Tumblr is cool. I feel like an old person.  I'm all "so, you do this thing with pictures?  Tell me more..."  Because, I only ever write.
B) she's a big girl, like myself, and she posts the most lovely and flattering pictures.  I hates the camera. Luiz is always trying to get me naked and in front of the camera.  He wants to take artistic nudes.  I'm like...fuck that... But, I see this girl, and I'm like "hmm."  I mean, I love my body. I love squishing it around in my hands, and working it out, and feeling it squish against someone else, and I love looking down at myself...but I hate seeing pictures of any part of me.

Back reading cards every day for myself.  Like riding a bike.  I'm also doing more cards at work, too.  Hell, I've also been riding a bike.