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Monday, September 21, 2009
I didn't go out this entire weekend, and instead I embraced tele-vision.
Expect more snacking if you choose to do so, because telly is a smothering bastard who'll invite the chocs and sweets to come rolling in.
Not before long, you'll also realise that such a sedentary lifestyle will cause you to grow rolls on your tummy. Yeast powder in your gut.
Unless you want to become a fluffy poofy jiggly jongle, indulge in your basic aerobic exercises which I will be involved in within the next 20 minutes.
I know I like to procrastinate. Procrastination is my gigolo prostitute.
And I fit greasy dollar bills into his Elastic Versace underwear.
Wednesday, September 09, 2009
Well... In the words of Britney Spears' Break The Ice:
It's been a while
And I know I shouldn't have kept you waiting.
But I'm here now.
Gee, what a cheesy start to a new blogpost