Me.

I'm standing in my kitchen, writing a rough draft for my blog waiting for the sink to fill up with warm water so I can mop the kitchen. Blink-182 is blasting from my little iHome in the bathroom and my hands smell like wood floor cleaner. I just washed them in the bathroom sink with anti-bacterial liquid soap and they already smell like cleaner. While washing my hands, I watched my face in the mirror. I looked at my skin and realized that for years, it has never been "perfect". I looked at my eyes and tried to remember the last time I put make up on. I looked at my arms and remembered that I never have had (and probably will never have) toned arms, or any upper arm strength for that matter. I looked at my stomach (I'm wearing a sports bra and work out pants) and noticed that I can see some tonation (yes I made up my own word) in my abs. I looked at my ribs and shook my head because I'm frustrated that, no matter how hard I try, I can't gain any weight whatsoever. I know that some people will call me lucky and all that jazz, but it frustrates me mainly because I'm not able to control the amount of weight I gain. I know that sounds dumb or whatever, and I can't really explain why it annoys me, so you're just going to have to bare with me.

I had more to vent about, but words are not coming to my mind at the moment. I guess I'll have to do the "unhealthy" thing and bottle it all up until it just explodes and pours out. Then I'll make a "sufficiently enormous blog to manifest my internal intuitions and cerebrate about my surroundings". (hehe Jess =P )