Lately, the mirror has been my WORST enemy. I have a huge knot on my head from when I crashed out at VS Diamond's house, as well as a scar from a fight in prison. The aforementioned scars truly blemish my (rather) handsome face, of which is peppered with freckles. But now, there's a new terror:
My teeth are rotting out.
I got some dental work done in 2015, and during the pandemic they started to come undone. So when I went in for the procedure, they removed a tooth that was said to cause other teeth to fall out. And slowly, but surely, that's what's happening. I have a contingency plan for if any of my front teeth fall out, but fuck that shit. I must make some money.
Then I can get veneers or whatever.
As if my teeth being fucked isn't enough, I have a nagging, lingering gut. I have been working out (not as much lately), and I watch what I eat... it's water weight from the meds. Of which I'm sticking to, truly. So I'm kinda stuck with this guy until I'm financially free from the meds.
Remember. In order to stay here, I gotta stay on the meds.
Finally, with many more flaws to complain about, my feet are a travesty. Bad grooming habits. I can take MUCH better care of myself. I guess I need to give myself reason to. There is officially no woman in my life. If I get dressed up/fresh'd up, it's to BE in the public eye. Like, I would be a person of interest where I'd be going. Otherwise, I have no reason to dress to kill.
Warning: I clean up nicely.
Columbine Gang, btw...
#CzH
