InsaneJournal

Two years of living here - give or take - and this place has finally decided to start turning me into my alien-self. Except in my unlucky scenario, it's not a magical 'wake up and I'm blue and scaly' thing. It's uncomfortable with a touch of awkward, but it won't take much to adjust when it's all done. As a turian I can take a goddamn missile to the face and survive, on the bright side. It's happened. The scars were impressive.

Anyway, thanks to the transition I've experienced a growth spurt that's forced me to purchase an entire new line of clothing to accomodate the extra height and longer limbs. If you're about six feet and can fit in a large, I've got clothes that I need to get rid of. My wife's fussing about how it's all taking over the closet. The sooner the better.

I'd also comment about how much I'm going to miss the human taste of food, but my allergies (a cosmic joke, I'm sure) have made it damn near impossible to enjoy most things, so maybe not.