Weekend Aftermath in It's Art, You Wouldn't Understand

I really enjoyed my weekend. When I left school on Thursday I knew that all I wanted to do for the upcoming days was to lay around naked and play video games. That’s all I thought about really. Last week was just stressful as hell and my funds are low, real low. Putting in the new floor, replacing TWO fridges in a span of a few weeks, and the big test in my Criminal class? I was done. So I after I sweated like a lathered pig in Chu’s work parking lot, we get home and I tell him I’m done for the rest of the week. I meant it too.

He got me a bottle of wine on Saturday. It tasted like gasoline but after a few glasses, it got me to where I wanted to be so who gives a damn? Cheap wine does have a chalky after taste in the morning but those things just fall to the side when you’re trying to relax like I was. My belly was wide and protruding, heavy with food and love. I lounged and laid and played games for hours. I kind of regret having so many damn people on my friend’s list because they can see just how long I’ve been on. They can judge me and imagine me some type of NEET that lives with their parents or something. I guess that wouldn’t be such a bad look for me.

For all my dicking around, I’m up early and aware this morning. I have to do my weekly budget, eat breakfast and start my chores. However, the lure of listening to soft jazz (my favorite in the mornings) and getting just a few matches in is proving to be too tempting. Just a few should be okay.

I had a poem come to me last night. I was honestly surprised because I haven’t felt the inspiration to write any since college. It flittered around the rims of my mind for a bit. Everything was foggy with sleep but I almost had it. By the time I woke up and I shrugged it off. It wasn’t meant for me and I briefly wondered if I’ll see it again, fully formed on someone else’s lips. That would be nice. At this age, I’m much more comfortable letting go than in the past. Its truly exhausting trying to hold on to everything. I was such an emotional hoarder in the past. I’m glad she’s dead.

I got a job interview. Well, let me rephrase that…I’m going to an open interview that are giving offers on the spot. I’m happy, I checked the reviews and the company seems to mark high in employee satisfaction. It’s just a seasonal retail gig, but I’m only looking for something light so I can pay down my sinful debt and fatten up my savings while I focus on school. Ha, my two measly classes, I’m passing with flying colors. As if I need time to focus on that but it makes for a good story for others.

I’m feeling hella centered today. Me and Chu slept in different beds last night. We were both being brats and either needed to fuck or have time apart. I was too stubborn for the first option so I bullshitted around upstairs until 3 am. I heard him snoring away downstairs, shrugged away my anger and passed out before the sun started peaking through the trees.

I’ll probably do his chores today. I feel like doing something nice for the bastard. Plus it’s filthy in here and even I’m starting to get sick of it. I also have to look up the workout classes for this month. I have to use up my pass eventually and last night, while in bed I was replaying an old video of me trying to do a sexy walk in my costume. My eyes zeroed in on my belly, swaying side to side under the dress and I visibly cringed. I’ve never been this big in my life. 160lb is my limit, I look sloppy and tired. I guess my goal will be 140lb? I’ll have to see what 150lb looks with muscle. My breasts, thighs, and hips are bigger, which I like, but the fat just spills onto my face, neck and back as well. Ugh. Plus I just feel gross. With us being down to one car, I have to work out from home until I can drive 20 mins to the gym again. Even asking Chu to go back to base for the afternoon classes are a pain because of the time he gets off. Maybe I should just focus on the home work out and go back next month when Chu’s car is back up and running.

This will be a good week. We are still, deep in the red but I’m working my side gig at night and I’m making steady sales on FBA so thats good.

This is going to be a good week. I can feel it. If I stop feeling it, then I’ll just force it.