Random Channel Surfing

I have three -- THREEEEEEEEEEE -- concerts lined up for December. That means that I didn't meet my concert quota for 2011. Boo. BUT, on the plus side, I still had fun at those shows! :)

And it's scary only because it shows me how fucked up my coping mechanisms are. I realized yesterday that I tend to eat in relation to my heart. When I first fell in love, I was healthy. Eating the right foods, exercising... taking care of myself. But after my heart was broken that first time, I stopped eating. Literally. I lost my appetite and became afraid of ingesting food. For some twisted reason, I thought that eating would make things worse. And for the following three years after that incident, I struggled with an eating disorder. The second time I fell in love, I took even better care of my body. I felt good. I loved eating and was afraid of skipping meals for fear of falling into my old patterns. But when it came time for the inevitable end... my eating habits changed. I was lucky I didn't fall into another eating disorder, but it's very telling to me that every time things don't go well romantically, I stop eating. Add to that the fact that there are times in

She had her suspicions. Come to think of it, she always did. Sometimes his gaze would linger on her, his eyes traveling up the swell of her breasts almost shyly, as though his gaze was one sweet caress. Other times he'd lightly push up against her in their crowded kitchen, muttering an insincere apology. And then there were those times he'd walk around their small apartment, wearing nothing but his boxer briefs, smirking whenever their eyes met. It flattered her, sure, that her hot as fuck roommate found her attractive, but she didn't know how to proceed. Was it, for all intents and purposes, really a good idea to approach her roommate and confront him about their assumed mutual atraction? Would that ruin the naturally comfortable rapport that they have? Or, would it really work in their favour if they gave in to their animalistic urges and had coitus in the kitchen... the way she imagined whenever she felt the heat of his body pressed against her back? It was a real proble