The Piecemeal Man (abmann) wrote,
The Piecemeal Man
abmann

YET MORE MUSIC FOR THE FIRE

I learned yesterday that one may check out only 20 CDs at a time!
    New albums added:
  • Super Taranta! - Gogol Bordello
  • Dreamt for Light years in the Belly of a Mountain - Sparklehorse
  • The Singles - Bikini Kill
  • Nu Med - Balkan Beat Box
  • Bone Machine - Tom Waits
  • Drastic Fantastic - KT Kunstall
  • Eye to the Telescope - KT Kunstall
  • darkest Days - Stabbing Westward
  • Fresh Cream - Cream
  • Carencro - Marc Broussard
All of my dreams had soundtracks last night. I remember Tears for Fears' Mad World featured prominently. Definitely going overboard. No.. not going to stop. I have years to catch up on. The rest of you did this sort of thing in high school. I, apparently, am musically ill-developed. (And you can stop snickering at my music choices, you snobs.)

I did, however, spend most of last night listening to gothic americana (this stuff is awesome) music and necking. It was everything high school should have been, right? Making out over music? Not terrible depression and ostracism? I guess I finally got it right!

Now I just need to find a prom date.
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Addendum: Fascination with a new sensation.
Or lack thereof.This is surprisingly a big deal for me.

Ok, so my weight-loss is going well (I think). My clothes fit better - in fact, two shirts I inadvertently shrank fit perfectly now. I'm down a belt notch (and up a boxer size, huh?) which is awesome. But what keeps surprising me, and creeping me out just a little, is that my belly doesn't rub against the inside of my shirts anymore.

Anyone that is or has been overweight can appreciate this. When you're fat, unless you wear really, really loose clothing, your flubby bits are constantly touching fabric. You don't consciously notice it until, say, you adjust after the bathroom or reach for something above your head. In the former case, tucking shirts ruffles thing and the latter reaching bunches clothes about your midsection.

This isn't happening to me anymore and it is the oddest thing. Not needing to adjust after reaching for something, not having that constant pressure of fabric. It's odd, like I'm not wearing clothes correctly or something is amiss in my wardrobe. And when I remember why it is like that, I smile, and, yes, get a little giddy. Just a little.
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