Stuff and Things... And More Stuff... More Things

I stubbed my toe today. It wasn't a regular toe stubbing, either. It was a toe that had already been stubbed a few days ago. Scratch included. So, I stubbed it again today. Hard. Actually, it's not even my toe. I have this huge thing on my foot, I believe it's called a bone spur. It's really big. Uncomfortably big. And now it's mildly pussy. Not pussy as in vagina, but sort of ooze-like. There has to be a real word for that. Anyway, I think I need a band-aid.

I have really manly hands and feet. I use them, though, that's why. My fingers look like they could actually rip your nose off if I played the "got your nose" game with you. I'd be afraid if I saw them coming towards my face. I've ruined them with years of play-doh fun, drawing and intense knuckle-cracking which happens to be one of my favorite past-times. Screw cigarettes, give me a knuckle with displaced synovial fluid and I'll snap that shit right back into place. If only the 'cracking' experience lasted longer than a milli-second. Buuuuut I guess that's how all good things go; they're fleeting.

I'm pretty content with my life right now, but I feel like I could do more. I travel, I art, I work... I buy stuff, which is always fulfilling. Something's missing, though. It's sort of indescribable, but it almost feels like a huge pit in my belly. I hate feeling that way, but it's also really hard to get rid of, kind of like my bone spur. It's really fucking annoying and if I ever did get rid of it, it'd be this whole huge operation where part of me would be shaved down. I don't want to lose a part of me. I guess in the end it'd be worth it (almost as much as metal legs.) Oh well, c'est la vie, non? Oui.