I like to picture what the world would be like if wheels were square.

One day I hope that we can be like the Sisterhood of the Travelling Pants. Corny and always communicating with each other despite the different directions our lives may have taken us. We can stay in touch and go on holidays together and talk about the opposite sex. We can laugh and cry together and pour our hearts out without a moment of hesitation. We'll be understanding of each other but honest with our opinions. We'll send each other packages from overseas. Maybe one day we'll be like the Sisterhood of the Travelling Pants. But yeah, let's not share garments for years on end without washing them. That's just festy.

I've been feeling uneasy and stressed out these past few days. My self-confidence has been whittling away as fast as my overactive sweat glands have been well... producing sweat. I've been pondering a lot about what my future holds. Maybe it's an early onset mid-life crisis. Maybe it's the heat. It's probably just the thoughts that come with every major transition in life but I'm going to go aheag and say that it's a crisis. Crises sound way more exciting. It could be a crisis of sorts, I mean seriously, last week I wanted to get my belly pierced. (Fortunately) I remembered that I've accumulated a substantial gut from my habitual boredom eating. The body piercing people wouldn't be able to find my navel amongst the rolls let alone pierce it. Wow, that's an attractive mental image. You're not the only one glad who's that it isn't a reality. So with belly piercing out of the picture, I considered the coolness of a tongue piercing. Shortly after, I remembered that I will never be cool.

Maybe I'll just.. I dunno. Something interesting. Yeah.

I want to laugh so hard that I cry and struggle to breathe. Not that I have masochistic tendencies. It just feels like forever since I've felt enthusiasm. I bet in reality it hasn't been that long. But you know, time slows down when one feels like an emo. I know what it is though; I'm just getting too comfortable with nothingness. Gotta pull myself out of the quicksand, quick smart! See what I did there? I used the word 'quick' and I.. ah nevermind.

I've got some challenges lined up. Should be fun, or traumatic. It's okay, trauma beats feeling as flat as I do. I'm not even referring to my chesticles.