dear skin on my arm diary,
this post my be graphic to small children or people with sensitive arms. i would warn you about this, but obviously it will do no good- as you are already reading the bitch so why bother. so today i was warm in nature, my body was, so as i often do, i stuck my right arm out of the window. i was the passenger of course, so that was the appropriate arm. i had a tank top on, which again, i often do in the summertime, and it has spaghetti straps and it's old and has a little hand on the front and says 'true love' on it and last time i wore it i dripped salsa right in the hand and prince william just thought it was so funny how i'd only dripped it in the hand- like it caught my dribble. i know that our bodies change as we get older, i am prepared for this, i am, but what i saw in the side mirror today scared the fucking hell out of me and i dunno if i will ever be the same again. objects are closer than they appear prolly didn't help much either- to distort what was clearly distorted, but the skin on my elbow and arm was about to blow off and it looked just scary as fuck. at least i know, or have a great idea, of what ima look like in another forty years. science fiction is the only way to accurately describe what it is i saw in that mirror and the frightening results of what gravity verses 85mph and the breakdown of my molecular structure of skin cells, but seeing my arm bones today was fucking weird man.
this post my be graphic to small children or people with sensitive arms. i would warn you about this, but obviously it will do no good- as you are already reading the bitch so why bother. so today i was warm in nature, my body was, so as i often do, i stuck my right arm out of the window. i was the passenger of course, so that was the appropriate arm. i had a tank top on, which again, i often do in the summertime, and it has spaghetti straps and it's old and has a little hand on the front and says 'true love' on it and last time i wore it i dripped salsa right in the hand and prince william just thought it was so funny how i'd only dripped it in the hand- like it caught my dribble. i know that our bodies change as we get older, i am prepared for this, i am, but what i saw in the side mirror today scared the fucking hell out of me and i dunno if i will ever be the same again. objects are closer than they appear prolly didn't help much either- to distort what was clearly distorted, but the skin on my elbow and arm was about to blow off and it looked just scary as fuck. at least i know, or have a great idea, of what ima look like in another forty years. science fiction is the only way to accurately describe what it is i saw in that mirror and the frightening results of what gravity verses 85mph and the breakdown of my molecular structure of skin cells, but seeing my arm bones today was fucking weird man.
