Ok, this predicament I've appeared to have got myself in was initiated with my tattooing of a sugar cube on my left inner ankle. I don't currently have a picture but its physical existence is irrelevant. My mum seems to think I have ruined my life because I've got something the size of a 20p piece permenantly emblazoned on my left lower limb. But it is in the debate that ensued between us over said tattoo that I realised my ridiculous tendancy to pull such ridiculous acts to purely break the chain. As a student holding down two part time jobs my life has this mind-numbing ability to full on repeat itself. Monotony is my worst enemy; coupled with my sporadic impulsiveness it makes for me doing really REALLY stupid things. (some of which I would never verbalize but instead bury them mentally).
I just resent the fact that my life has this boring consistency, perhaps its surrounding myself with people who do different things or the fact that I've always just put myself out there a little bit more than everyone else. I just can't handle living life like a normal person, and having routine that extends beyond my insistence on going for a run 4 times a week. So this is a declaration: I am justifying anything ridiculous I do from now on as I do it purely to remain sane. I never regret anything particularly so I don't see what the problem is. I'm also going to apologise for the amount of drama I manage to cause in my postings on the interweb; me and my intellect have this problem called 'losing control' and 'not knowing our limits'. Normally results in some furious keyboard bashing and people wanting to kill me from all areas of the globe.
I LOVE my life.
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