we be drunk all summer, drinking and flowing and rolling

I sunbathed topless today. The nipples were out and about for everyone who can see through the balcony fences, which means my neighbours. Sunbathing is essentially a way to push myself to read my books. I don't read unless it's the "only" option. I don't bring my phone out in the blazing sun, because I take care of my things. So good news, I read quite a bit today. Bad news, sunbathing on my balcony isn't anything like sunbathing on an island in Thailand (not much is, to be honest). Can't say I've tanned, but I'm sure I got some D-vitamins. Plus, my mood is very much affected by the weather, so if you imagine me as a sims character, my mood turns green. I did a bit of exercise today as well. I told my belieber friend that I was contemplating aiming for a sixpack maybe, but then I read something about how you need to quit bread. And I was like okay, so I'm gonna give up on the sixpack. Because there's no way I'm giving up bread for a sixpack. To be fair, it was more of a silly thought than anything. I don't actually want a sixpack. What I want, however, is to be in the best shape I can and want. So today I focused on my thighs, which is something I forget. I am also horrible at back and arms. I don't expect myself to suddenly become a bikini model, but I want to take advantage of my good health in my younger years and try to set an example for the rest of my life. Does that make sense? I find that I don't really make sense a lot of the time. I'm enjoying this motivation for as long as it lasts. You know how it is, in two weeks (less or more) I'll probably never want to work out again. Is this when you're supposed to buy loads of workout clothes? Problem is that I prefer no clothes. By the sound of this post, it sounds like I'm on the way to becoming a nudist. I'm not really, it's far too cold in Norway. But what I mean is that I don't like restrictions, and I heat up easily, so I tend to work out in my sports-bra and knickers. Each to their own, I say. Kiwi skyped me, and we spoke for 2hrs and 39min. It's a long time, but I think it probably felt like less, just because I became so accustomed to speaking with Kiwi and spending most of my time with her whilst travelling. It was initially for her to get a few things off her chest regarding important choices in life, and it turned out to be more. I think even I feel a bit more at peace with myself. Subjects today included "generation perfect". We're so good at comparing ourselves with each other-- it's almost as if we're all starring in some beauty pageant. Like life is a big competition, whose got the best lives, right? But what kind of life is that?  I am trying my best to stop giving a fuck, closing my eyes to judgemental stares. One step today was ridding of my bikini top, freeing the nipples. I might change my mind tomorrow, but for now, this second, I want to stop thinking about what everyone else is doing, what is acceptable and not acceptable, the word "normal". Imagine how much more joy there will be in a life of a person who doesn't give a fuck.