I live in the cheapest apartment in downtown Houston that my gf can afford, just across from the projects. My name is Jason Blaha. I'm almost 40 years old. I believe in the idea taking care of myself, I occasionally buy healthy food and eat maintenance calories, usually I just pig out on junk food. I also believe in the idea of a rigorous exercise routine, in reality I do one set five reps so as not to aggravate my conditions. In the morning(10am-1pm), if my face is a little puffy from a late night crying and deleting YT comments, I'll put on a bag of frozen peas while eating whatever Mooncookie has left for me as she goes out to work and start deleting comments, I can do a thousand now. After I remove the bag of frozen peas, I use a deep pore hair regrowth formula, though I am actually not bald guys.
In the shower, I use a water activated gel cleanser which I bulk buy with as many coupons(that I have clipped out of the free Houston paper) as allowed. Then a honey almond body scrub that is Mooncookies, so dont tell her. And on the face, an exfoliating gel scrub to wash away the tears and hide the tired bags that have formed. Then I sit in the corner of the shower and sob whilst contemplating my life, I do this for 10 minutes to an hour depending on the content of last nights comments. I always use an aftershave lotion with little or no alcohol, because I try to keep all alcohol out of the house with Mooncookies propensity for violent outbursts when drunk. Then moisturizer, then an apres-pegging bum lotion followed by a final moisturizing protective lotion if Mooncookie has been particularly rough. There is an idea of a Jason Blaha, some kind of abstraction, but there is no real me. Only an entity, something reptilian. And though I can hide my cold gaze by never making eye contact, and you can shake my pale sweaty hand and feel weak flesh gripping yours and maybe you can even sense our life styles are in no way comparable, I simply am not all there.
