Outer Monologue
Feb. 28th, 2008 10:08 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
greenstormLast post was the kind of thing I say to myself when I'm walking down the street, inside my head. This post is the kind of thing I want someone to talk to about in the daily-chatter kind of way. I think that really is what I'll miss most, having someone who knows the daily story of my life, and whose daily story I am interested in. Well, that and the fantastic sex. Well, and also... you know, enough.
I was going to say that my arms burn like crazy right now from using the digging bar on concrete all day. The muscles are back. There's no soft left on my arms anymore, and my back is firming up. I've been outside in a tank top a lot, and my tan is coming back-- I haven't burnt yet despite putting in full days out there, so I think last year's sun exposure taught my skin how to react (hint: not to burn in ten minutes sitting at a bus stop). I'm not in the mood to think about whether I'm pretty, but I like my body right now-- except the hair. Dreadlocks, or razor cut? Think the punk style in rock band with the two long side pieces and two bright colours.
It was really nice to talk to Trevor tonight. His relationship stuff has sucked too, but he's (as always) much clearer and more levelheaded about these things than I am. It feels good to be with someone I'm friends with and not have to worry, because, well... we're friends. Things that have stood the test of time are precious.
Life is precious. Anyhow, over and out.
I was going to say that my arms burn like crazy right now from using the digging bar on concrete all day. The muscles are back. There's no soft left on my arms anymore, and my back is firming up. I've been outside in a tank top a lot, and my tan is coming back-- I haven't burnt yet despite putting in full days out there, so I think last year's sun exposure taught my skin how to react (hint: not to burn in ten minutes sitting at a bus stop). I'm not in the mood to think about whether I'm pretty, but I like my body right now-- except the hair. Dreadlocks, or razor cut? Think the punk style in rock band with the two long side pieces and two bright colours.
It was really nice to talk to Trevor tonight. His relationship stuff has sucked too, but he's (as always) much clearer and more levelheaded about these things than I am. It feels good to be with someone I'm friends with and not have to worry, because, well... we're friends. Things that have stood the test of time are precious.
Life is precious. Anyhow, over and out.
