When I actually sit and think about it, I realise my life so far as been really…odd. I basically grew up in various old people’s homes (for my mum’s job, we had to live on site to be there in an emergency) and spent over a decade of my childhood surrounded by the elderly. Then as soon as I left there, I spent seven years as the only boy in an all girls school.
I mean what the fuck, that sounds pretty backwards to me. Boy in a girls’ school. Kid in a home for the elderly.
No wonder I’m so socially inept.
I love my mum because though she’s someone who regularly says “hark at that” and “stone the crows” but if she walks into a dark room she’ll go “oh it’s like a cave of a thousand arseholes in here!”
Plus she told a lady in the bank to swivel on it.
So really, she’s pretty awesome.
This was two years ago! Ugh.
I cannot believe how fast that’s gone =|
That weekend was so fucking mad. I went up to Liverpool on my own the night before to queue up, outside a club (don’t even ask why, I was insane back then) and technically got sexually harassed by a greek man. Then a guy came and queued up next to me and showed me pictures of him and his brothers naked, so I fucked off and hid in a takeaway. Then when the takeaway closed, the owner followed me around asking if I wanted to go back to his flat with him.
I know. I’m so goddamn irresistible. The fact that even to this day, my friends still joke about a “greek yoghurt” and “feta cheese” whenever we’re together or see Grecian dairy products is a testament to how awesome they are~
Other than that I stayed awake for 79 hours straight. In that time I went to two gigs, travelled like 300 miles and went through the drunk/sober cycle three times.
Oh yeah, on the way home I got asked if I was selling cocaine as well.
It’s kinda weird to get nostalgic over stuff like this, I suppose I just miss having adventures. People generally can’t believe the sort of crap I run into, how can one person have that many weird experiences?! But it’s true, stuff like this just happens when I leave the house. I have friends who can vouch that I step into the outside world, and all of a sudden drunk men are asking to see my dick or I have random people fangirling over me in mcdonalds because they think I’m someone from a band.
Hence why I don’t go out very much anymore :P
I’ve had more T changes in the past two days than the past six weeks.
It’s not even a case of “noticing” it today and yesterday, it’s that I literally woke up yesterday morning and my voice was breaking again and I suddenly had fuck loads of hair on my lip and under my chin.
My mum also compared me to Sean for like the first time in 6 months. She said I’ve got facial hair growing like his. Since it’s all on my upper lip, under my bottom lip and under my chin.
Guess who finally has testosterone levels within an average male range?
:) Hey!
Aw, well it’s sweet of you to check in, thank you. Everything is sailing along alright actually! I’m about 3 and a half months on T, but nothing much has happened for the past few weeks. I’m sure as time ticks by I’ll notice how much has changed, but for the most part things are pretty gradual right now.
Hope you’re doin’ well =]
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I just got so excited over the stubble I’ve got growing under my chin that I nearly punched myself in the face.
Such manly feels.
Absolutely.
I’m gonna guess we’re saying there are actually dinosaurs on that island and I’m not just going there for the sunshine and golden beaches?
There’s no way I could say no and give up a chance like that if it ever cropped up. It would be the singularly coolest thing I’d ever be able to experience. Plus, I’ve always said that since I have to die someday, I might as well go out in a really awesome way.
I mean, how fucking cool would it be to have “Here lies Theodore Matthew Jones, ripped apart by velociraptors” on my gravestone?!
It makes me laugh when people get all “are you SURE?” when I tell them my tattoo ideas. I understand why. I just think it’s funny as fuck that most people thought getting a dinosaur tattooed on my neck was drastic. I’m planning on turning the flesh of my forearm into a penis, guys, I think I’m ok with some ink on my neck.
I’ve been in a fit of giggles for about 12 minutes because I typed the word “balls”
Today is three months since I started.
I’mma be totally honest, not much exciting has happened, it’s just been a continuation of the things that I’ve mentioned before. Lots of hair and anger and hungry horny messes. “Messes” probably isn’t the right word, that sounds disgusting. I’m pretty happy with everything though, no complaints, and as far as I’m aware things are going along at the normal pace so that’s good.
Ugh. I wish I had a way to visually document everything, but I’m stuck with a computer and phone both over a decade old so that’s not gonna happen. But yeah, whenever I can show the progress of things, I will, you’ll be inundated with my face and voice recordings and shit. Until then you’ll just have to take my word for it!
Disclaimer: do not take my word for it.