"can i not be normal cos i'm not a size ten. play music, be in films or even show my face. should i be embarrassed if it's such a crime. funny how yr life depends upon yr waistline."
i must be getting old. it's a sure sign when my 31" jeans now fit me less well than my 34" jeans. when, like me, you are scrawny and unfit putting on weight is a weird experience. it just seems to arrive in bits that don't fit with the rest of your body - making me feel even less proprtionate than i ever did. a man this scrawny should not have a face this fat. don't expect me to do anything about it thou, i'm just too lazy.
partly because of my grunge casualty status, i often used to wear 2 or 3 pairs of jeans. this has the added effect of making your waist look really narrow in comparison to your hips and thus your reflection seems a bit slimmer. but then i usually used to wear 3 t-shirts and 2 shirts as well. this is mostly because this is a good look. just you wait, one day the fashion cycle will complete and looking this 1992 will make me cutting edge again. but i did always feel a lot better knowing that my body was a long way inside what you could see. hiding in plain sight.
Wednesday, February 14, 2007
"white chocolate space egg" - liz phair
"i'll see you around. every hollow has its favourite sound and my heart is holding on"
something of a shortage or earworms lately. lots of those self-soundtracking scraps of song that fly into your mind with powerful urgency and then flit off forgotten, and several ghost earworms (where something that was an earworm recently comes back for a bit even though you thought you were rid of it - which doesn't count as a new earworm), but no genuine unshakable, barely-able-to-think-of-anything-else earworms.
until this hit me and i had to fight from singing it aloud
i can't stand white chocolate. don't get me wrong - i am a fan of most things that fall under the category of confectionery and if offered some white chocolate would not be churlish enough not to accept it and obtain some enjoyment from its consumption - i just can't bear its intrinsic untruth. how can anything containing no cocoa solids or cocoa mass have the gall to call itself chocolate? (i have a similar gripe against red liquorice - but don't want to get distracted mid-rant) if i wanted the taste of milk i would drink some milk - good grief, if i wanted a confectionery taste that was reminiscent of milk i would eat milk duds - but when i eat chocolate i want it to taste of chocolate. i want it to be dark brown and laden with cocoa solids. i want it to scream "CHOCOLATE" at my tongue. i want it rich, dark and aromatic. i want to savour the subtle interplay between sweetness and bitterness. if i'm going to destroy my vocal chords i want it to be worth it.
and don't get me started on the milky-bar kid.
something of a shortage or earworms lately. lots of those self-soundtracking scraps of song that fly into your mind with powerful urgency and then flit off forgotten, and several ghost earworms (where something that was an earworm recently comes back for a bit even though you thought you were rid of it - which doesn't count as a new earworm), but no genuine unshakable, barely-able-to-think-of-anything-else earworms.
until this hit me and i had to fight from singing it aloud
i can't stand white chocolate. don't get me wrong - i am a fan of most things that fall under the category of confectionery and if offered some white chocolate would not be churlish enough not to accept it and obtain some enjoyment from its consumption - i just can't bear its intrinsic untruth. how can anything containing no cocoa solids or cocoa mass have the gall to call itself chocolate? (i have a similar gripe against red liquorice - but don't want to get distracted mid-rant) if i wanted the taste of milk i would drink some milk - good grief, if i wanted a confectionery taste that was reminiscent of milk i would eat milk duds - but when i eat chocolate i want it to taste of chocolate. i want it to be dark brown and laden with cocoa solids. i want it to scream "CHOCOLATE" at my tongue. i want it rich, dark and aromatic. i want to savour the subtle interplay between sweetness and bitterness. if i'm going to destroy my vocal chords i want it to be worth it.
and don't get me started on the milky-bar kid.
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