_chris_

I can't think of much to say about today, or last night, or whatever... I don't even remember when I last typed anything in here and I'm too lazy to be bothered to look at my last post, for the sole reason of placing my thoughts and words in any certain time frame. Blah.

I think I ate too much for dinner tonight. I went with some people I know, to go do whatever. We ended up going to pet shops around town, looking at fish for no good reason. We spent quite a while staring aimlessly at clownfish and ribbon eels at the only place in town that sells marine fish. They're expensive, but beautiful. I used to have a saltwater aquarium, but my porcupine puffer fish ended up eating everything else in the aquarium, leaving dead carcasses (that I didn't find until later) in the back of the tank, which began to decompose and, subsequently, poison the water, until the puffer himself died, only to be eaten by a hermit crab. All in all, it was a lesson learned to the tune of somewhere around $150 in fish.

Saltwater fish are pretty (and expensive), but there's a lot of work involved. It's definitely worth it though, assuming you're willing to take the time to keep everything going. Right now, I have a freshwater aquarium sitting in the living room. It's much easier to maintain, and just as interesting to stare at while intoxicated.

I'm such a fucking geek sometimes.

I went to a sort-of-fast-food place with the aforementioned people after browsing pet shops, and had a vegetarian plate of mashed potatoes, red rosemary-garlic potatoes (something along those lines), and steamed broccoli. And cornbread. Yep. I ate too much though, too quickly.

I never really eat, but when I do, it tends to be a lot. Shit is weird like that sometimes. I probably won't be hungry until Friday now. I know I most likely won't be eating until then, in any case. I don't like food. The sole reason I eat is, that if I don't, then I'll start to get really painful headaches. The denial of food to my body gives me some weird perverse pleasure, as does the occasional sudden appearance of my hipbones. I know it's bad, not good, socially unacceptable, and extremely unhealthy, yet I do it anyway. Meh. It's been going on so long that I wouldn't know how to eat normally anymore if I tried.

Anyway. I bought some Gauloises Blondes. It's been a while since I've had some nice cigarettes du francais (or would it be "cigarettes au francais"... Hmm...). There's only one place in town that sells them, and it's usually closed during the time of day I usually have free time, so I took the opportunity today and paid twice what I would normally have spent on a pack of Camel Lights, and now I can enjoy a little piece of imported Gallic unhealthiness on the front porch, inbetween doing whatever.

Sigh.

I'm bored now and there's nothing to do in town. I have the biggest crush on someone and I'm not telling who it is, so don't ask. That's going out more to the people I know in "real-life", as opposed to internet peoples, but still... I'm not telling. Just felt like sharing, without actually sharing.



Hope you all are well.

-Chris-