The closest I got to it was nibbling on the cord from my hooded jumpers, and chewing holes in my sleeves. That started when my mother married again. Than it changed to biting my nails. Now my guitar keeps my nails short. And there's usually blood spatters on the body and strings.
I should clean that off at some point.
Today I invested in a dummy. I attached it to my shirt with a dog chain. May not be the coolest hard core thing to do, but I'm smoking less. I won't pretend for a second that's why I bought the dummy. I just want something to chew on without having to actually consume anything. Food bugs me.
Time for bed.
There's a potential scientific "woops" in France. There are bigger things in life to worry about, like the universe. Being swallowed up by an unintentionally man made black hole and spat out again as smaller than particles to make up a brand new galaxy. But there's no need to worry about it. Pleasant paradox.
Hoax or not. I like the idea.
It's only effective as long as it's inforced by a dictatorship disguised as democracy, but I like Communism.
I don't care about politics.
I'm going to write something to her. Because.