man, my stomach has really shrunk. ever since i went on an "eat less food" diet, i haven't had an appetite. these days, i have a normal lunch (no breakfast), and a bowl of cereal for dinner. that is, if i don't go out for dinner with friends. and i don't get hungry at night. or in fact, ever. eating less is the main reason why i've lost over 40 pounds from my peak at 202. think about that... 40 pounds!!
i used to be able to eat a ton of food. once, with my old taiko group, we had a food eating contest at colonel lee's mongolian bbq on castro. i tied with this dude; both of ate 5 bowls of food. of course, i felt sick afterwards, but still, that was a lot of stuff i consumed.
so how much cash do you guys carry around? i usually try to make sure i have at least $80 or so in my wallet. the reason why i ask is because i'm down to like $5 in my wallet now, and it's making me nervous. oh, and i also carry a lucky $100 bill that my grandmother gave me, but i never intend to break it; it's a good luck charm.
do you have nipple hair? i have like 5. i pluck them whenever they come out, and it feels good. i also pluck my cheek hairs and my nose hairs; the latter really hurts, but i'm sure a part of me enjoys that kind of masochism.
i finally took a dump today. i swear it was about 12 inches long, and it snaked from the hole out of the water. and i took a secondary dump after lunch, and it really hurt; my sphincter was on fire for about 10 minutes. sometimes the smallest dumps hurt the most, and i can't explain why.
i'm amazed at people who can cry on cue. when i was watching _winter sonata_, there were so many times when yujin or junsang would just stand there, with a straight face, and tears would come streaming out of their eyes. how in the world do they do that?
i've faked crying before. but in order to do that, i had to secretly yawn to induce tears (why do we tear up after yawning anyway?) and then start sniffling on purpose. i only did it once, to win back a girlfriend. am i evil?
ok, that's it for today. i'm meeting up with C (the potential roommate) for dinner. and no, i'm sure he doesn't care what i blog about. he's a chill dude. ciao!