Rabbit Fur Coat

And I reassemble. Like any good soldier should. Like Tony Stark's combat suit in that last movie. Bits of my armor fly back toward me and I take them as they come. My pride won't allow anything less.

I'm always ready. I'm always vigilant. I don't bullshit.

All my stuff arrived here safely. Except maybe my David Bowie poster is lost, but in the grand scheme of things it doesn't matter much. The Tangerine Dream is here. So's Alabama.

Now it's just boxes and boxes of things that have stayed boxed up long enough that I question their importance. I wish I could be one of those minimalist motherfuckers. Some sort of Frank Castle type with nothing but weapons and ammunition and a few t-shirts with my logo on them. Add to that a passionate bloodthirstiness and I'd be set.

Instead I'm all concerned about where my heart shaped pillow is, and whether or not it feels neglected since it's been sitting in the dark for so long.

What a pussy.

I'm toughening up though. Yesterday I spent 30 minutes learning tuishou in my living room. It's like that game when we were kids and you had to put your hands on top of your friend's hands and they had to try to slap them before you could pull them away. Except. You know. Aimed at the face.

I learned I'm a lot more crafty than even I thought I was.

And my new very favorite thing? My most treasured activity? Dressing strangely and dancing to grime in my bedroom mirror. Like. For serious. I get hyped about it. Sometimes I switch it up and play Beastie Boys or Turf Talk or Andre Nickatina, but the constants remain: booty shorts, loud music and me doing the Wop and the Prep for no reason except that it feels fucking good to be moving again.

Really. Fucking. Good.

Downer: tonight I had a conversation with a friend that revealed to me that they aren't really a friend at all. It was a letdown, and I felt heartsick for a moment. I cried like a little bitch.

Soldier Status: I realized that when the zombie apocalypse happens I will have one less person to protect with my combat and survival skills. So that's something.

I can't manage minimalism too well, but I'm a bright sided mothafucka when it comes down to it.

It's my pride. It really won't allow anything less.