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hey there, fatty snackpie..

I went for a bike ride that got out of hand and ended up with me pretty much blacking out in the front yard. now I am traumatized and huddled indoors in my pajamas.

if I can work up the audacity, I'm getting one of those 30-day Amtrak tickets that take you all around the fucking country for a few hundred dollars. there are dangerous numbers of people I need to visit. and I want to do it alone, which on the one hand sounds like the perfect goddamn summer, me and a backpack and a notebook like the clich writer I can be sometimes. but on the other hand, I'm a fuckin' 5'3" 100-pound sack of terror and rape-ability, and strangers scare me.

so I'd have you believe, anyway. I'm not really sure. I haven't really been sure of anything in some time. and whenever I think I'm sure of something, I change my mind. it's starting to take its toll.

this is why I haven't been tattooed yet.

oh yeah, I just shed something vile from my metaphorical outards. it looks like this:



and feels like this:



this is the part where I shut up.