Bruises

I was coming out of work several weeks ago at night and something stupid happened. Something that made the obvious more obvious, and made me hate one of my then-new hobbies.

I used to enjoy sliding on wet ground which let me slide for a few seconds without the need for a skateboard or other board type transportation vehicle object.

Unfortunately, something happened that caused me to slip, fall on and bruise my ass and break my phone.

The next day or so was- for want of a better term, torture... of sorts: I wanted to contact people and play games on my phone (namely: Judge Dredd vs Zombies). There was information to be shared, obtained, moronic jokes to be told, etc. A need was not being filled. There was an emptiness that went on without being cured. That was gruesome. But what was more gruesome was realizing just how crippled we've become if we're not glued to our screens.

We're so reliant on technology that one can probably feel bugs under the skin if they're not logged on or something.

Sick.

An exposed weakness is something venomous, odious, and vile with me. Primarily, when I have to own up to it and even more so when it's something so goddamn stupid.

I lived comfortably without a "smartphone" for years and less than a week reduced me to whiny little brat.

Fury.

I no longer enjoy sliding down that wet hill at night.

A Very Long Countdown Now Begins

After 2 failed attempts, I got my tickets to see Nine Inch Nails this November! Words cannot describe how excited I am for this event. It's been five years since I last them tear it up live and in five months, I'm going to bruise my palms and lose my voice once more. I can't wait!

Please forgive the lack of activity for I am without a stable internet connection at the moment. I am, however, still working on those Nine Inch Nails album reviews. Those will be completed. For real. Please don't look at me that way; I'm serious.

Thanks

Eau

The concept of fragrances has always been something of an attention grabbing mystery with me. I can appreciate people smelling nice (and hygiene) in general but I never understood the concept of fragrances enough to use one regularly, or even occasionally. I'll stick with deodorant, thanks.

Prior to last week, I hadn't worn cologne or any fragrance in about 3 years and when I did, I only did so for one day. Prior to THAT, I had only worn cologne once in my entire life.

I think the reason I never really gave it much thought was because my sense of smell has always been fucked up. I've only begun to notice this fact in recent years. I think it stopped working at full capacity a few years ago, or I just never really noticed until recently when I had seemingly run out of things to occupy my mind and as such was forced to think of other things.

Really grasping at straws, my mind's eye is.

That being said, I appreciate good hygiene and smelling good. It often makes me feel ashamed when I walk somewhere on an errand and a girl who smells really good walks past. I feel bad because I probably skipped a shower and have absorbed the smell of the city, and sweat. Fun.

"If I can smell her, she can probably smell me."

It's not like I do this on purpose, it just seems to happen frequently that whenever I'm on an errand, I skip a shower because I'm gonna come back home and do nothing for a while anyway. Similar to that, "why clean up when you're only going to get dirty again?" phrase. The only difference is I'm not going to let myself smell like a dumpster.

You ever smell that? It's fucking disgusting! It's one of the few things my sense of smell CAN register. I know it registers because it makes me wince, recoil in disgust, and gag.

With that, I'll probably start wearing cologne more frequently. Once I figure out the unnecessary complexities behind selecting a smell to adopt and present.

Maybe someone will say, "Damn, you smell GOOD!"