There was a discount on plane tickets today. I checked out the prices and they seemed like a good idea. Then I started thinking about flying again and it got me really depressed.

They made me take two seats last time I flew. I tried to rub it off as a special awesome thing, but it fucking hurt. It near ruined my vacation because all I could do was worry about the return flight.

One time, I had a guy next to me take pictures. I wanted to ask him to delete them, but instead I let the guilt win. I sure hope he realized he wasn't the only uncomfortable one.

I've been playing Just Dance on and off, maybe three times a week for up to an hour at a time. It feels pretty good, but I don't get that exercise "high" like some people do. Maybe I'm just too lazy. '

I look at stuff online of people who are like 500+ pounds, and it makes me feel weird. I. Feel. Small. I always have, and I don't think any gravitational measurement would change that. Online people have a good way of showcasing only the good parts. It's like the golf course in hell.

So instead of playing Just Dance or getting a salad for dinner, I'm just here, back in the old haunt, blogging away. It's nice when you feel comfortable being who you are. I wish I knew what that felt like.