davi1239
I don't usually utilize benches, lately the pain associated with walking would make me much more likely to use them, but I still don't like them. They hurt my butt... but they're very helpful when you need them so I shouldn't be such a hater.
Be stealthy. Go with what you need but without fear. Hide. Be untruthful. Keep secrets. Give no one what they think they have from you. Show nothing. Be anything but yourself.
My life these past couple weeks, not bland in the reason for the bland-ness... bland because with a brain injury I can do exactly. fucking. nothing. but sit around all day waiting for my head to heal enough to live my life again..... not what I imagined for the island I live on.
I wonder how I'd be if I were alive in the days of barbarians and cultural natives who lived for more basic things than the mess of money and life-altering politics and bullshit we have today... I think I'd be even more of a genius not muddled by all of this mess.
Oil was once upon a time my arch enemy, it would make my pores into heaping mountains of pimples and zits that would cause me to cake makeup onto my face and hate the way I looked... evil medicine cleared up the problem but the entire situation is one of the downplays of my whole life.
I have stacks of money. well, I think I can only call it one stack. Somehow even though I worked hard for this money and the only reason I'm not paying my pile of college loans off with it right now is so I can travel which is exactly the path I want my life to be on, I feel bad about having it...