fatty fatty boombah

what is this big place and how did i get here?

realised what i am good for, creatively. discovered it works both in writing and drawing. i can't do shit if i'm left to come up with the ideas on my own. seriously. however, if someone tells me what i'm doing, i tend to come out with stuff i'm really pleased with. like the time a friend of mine wanted to write a novel (but she got sick of it and stopped), and sent me the first three chapters. her writing was shit but her ideas were good, and she knew it. so i rewrote it, keeping all the plot details. it was twice as long but much better to read. but i couldn't come up with that kind of stuff on my own. and i just got asked to draw a picture. i was told how the subject was standing, what they were doing, and what they were wearing. it was a cinch to draw and i'm quite pleased with the outcome. but everything i draw on my own is kind of shit.

thats actually quite annoying. is there anything i can do with that?


today i was hanging up clothes at work - we had like three rollyracks and several trolleys worth of stuff that needed going through and i didn't end up finishing before i left (but that's okay cause renee was on after me and she could finish it). and i couldn't get this one top to hang properly, it was really annoying. so i'm all like, fuck this, fatty boombahs don't need their stuff hung up perfect. and all at once that thought felt so right and yet so mean.

reading a book. pants on fire by maggie alderson. god i wish that was my life. wait, no. not the protagonist. one of the supporting characters. zoe. i wish her life was my life. or maybe sera. i wish that was me.

tried to get some vague amount of exercise done today. i have all the mental motivation but i can't do it physically. that makes me very sad. especially since i had chocolate today.
apple + timeout (940) + 2 timtams (approx 2 points) + fish (omega oils good for me) + salad.
it makes me annoyed.


bai.