I feel like one of those hamster
s running on those funny little wheels
. The only problem is, i'm not a hamster, i'm out of shape, and, unlike our furry little friends, I'm not particularly fond of running in place. My life has no discernable variation from day to day.
Wake up, groom
Go and sit at a desk all day
Come home, browse slashdot
Try to think of something to node, writer's block.
Oh well, could be worse. I could be beaten up instead of just ignored.
I saw the most entertaining film on the happy subject of testicular cancer today. A few awkward moments in the classroom while the star of the show demonstrated the correct method, as my gym teacher termed it, "to feel your balls".
My friends think i'm a raging homosexual now. I showed them the wonder...^H^H^H^H^H^H^H^H horror that is www.goatse.cx. Oh well, at least I've got an excuse for all those Barbra Streisand records.
Bitch bitch whine whine...