Spent the morning going through my closets and cases, weeding out things I no longer need (mostly from unsupervised trips to the clearance rack at Bang Bang sprees) and filling up a jumbo laundry bag to take to Goodwill. Hardly a good deed cuz I probably wouldn't have done it if there wasn't a drop-off donation center 10 minutes from my apartment but whatever. Somebody else might really need those pleather jackets, you never know. Plus I needed the closet space. Spent the rest of the day wandering across 181st Street, which is always fun to do. It's like the Canal Street of NoWa.
181st Street
Met P for lunch @ the diner around the corner from his place. 9 months have passed (today) since we met and we still have a such blast hanging out together. Despite the Hallmark effect and how much I'm gonna regret putting this out there into the universe, it sometimes feels like he's the person my I Love You was waiting for. Group vomit, go.
He kept trying to cock his eyebrow up at me today, all suspicious like --- a skill he sadly does not posess. But it's cute watching him try. I masterfully showed him how it's done.
I am the cock master.
And yes (sigh), my face really is that fat these days. I'm working on it, ya'll. I wasn't joking about that group vomit, ok? Anorexia is a journey, not a destination.
