Belt=selling of the soul?

Uh..so anyway, yesterday saw me feeling the coffin lid closing on my dreams of one day being able to devote my time to creative pursuits. Perhaps one day, perhaps. Meanwhile, back in the now it is cold like one would expect of Montréal at the dawn of February. -11 everyday this week. -21 with the windchill. Aint' no foolin' around with those temperatures.

So I am here, surrounded by croissant crumbs and powdered sugar from these excellent,homemade,Lebanese, fig cookies. I was on a no-sugar or wheat regime but fuck man, it's -11 degrees Celsius and I haven't lost any weight or become any less bloated after a MONTH of doing it so up yours! I walk around everyday with what feels like some sort of evil balloon that has been given a soul whose main purpose is to expand inside of my middle and just keep growing until I explode. And it doesn't matter what I eat because it feeds on rage! I can eat nothing at all and it would continue it's mission to inflate me to death

Elsewhere, on the exciting-news-of-my-daily-life front, I went to a new dentist yesterday who gave me an enlightening exam. She gave me a mirror to watch and showed me all my cavities and how to recognize them. Floss ladies and gentlemens, floss. I know it now, but if only I had believed in my youth. Floss.

I also am on a new kick whereby I sport a belt around my waist as decoration. T and I had a real discussion about it on the weekend. He was wary of this unusual custom.
"But a belt is meant for holding up pants? Why wear it up so high?"
"I'm wearing it at my waist. It's where a belt is meant to go."
"That's not your waist. Your waist is down there."
"Those sir, are my hips."
I had to find "waist" on wikipedia to prove to him that it was in fact located above the belly button. Sometimes I wonder what goes on in a Quebec person's youth....
Granted, I never wear pants around my waist and therefore haven't used a belt up that high in a pants-related sense but I felt like trying something new. Throwing a belt around my waist just to show I had one for a change - Not the most radical idea to hit the fashion scene but it completely stumped T. He just could not accept, without a great suspicion something was awry, that I would wear a belt for a purpose other than to hold up my pants. Maybe he's right...This whole business of accessories. Truthfully, I think he couldn't be more wrong. Never met a man so convinced that accessory was a shortcut to mindless, moral decrepitude. I am slowly showing him that to accessorize is not always to hand one's brain on a platter to the corporate, capitalist devils.