I don't feel well. I'm sick again. I should be reading something educational, but honestly I'm alternating watching Curb Your Enthusiasm, Entourage, and the occassional Sopranos.
I'm also checking out different porn sites. Not to which to jerk off, but just what the hell is out there. There's all sorts of porn: pregnant, interracial, midget, etc. No small penis porn, though. Apparently there's demand for dwarf fucking, but not guys with small penises. Pregnant chicks squirting milk from their breasts, but no small penises. A complete misrepresentation. There is no demand for small penises, gay or straight. If you have a small penis, you're fucked.
Well, not likely. Anyways...
I despise personal trainers who are fat. That's the same as a mechanic showing up late for work because his car broke down or a computer technician apologizing for not sending an email because he couldn't figure out how to configure a pop account. Fat doctors are sort of as bad... but personal trainers with a gut have no business doing what they're doing. "Do as I say, not as I do" does NOT apply in the real world.
Oh, and to fat kids out there: The teasing and getting picked on does not go away as you get older. Put the bottle of Coke and the Mars bar down. I just lost thirty pounds pretty quickly (Not as quickly as I gained 60 a while back). I told my friend to stop the car and let me out so that I wouldn't ding the door trying to get out while parked in a tight spot. I also sometimes have a pang of distress when I get called to go up stairs in an office; even though I walk up eight stories of stairs a day to get to my car. It's like I forget sometimes. You think that it would be a good thing, like it would be a pleasant surprise that I can fit into a certain pair of jeans or jog or walk up a flight of stairs. It actually pisses me off that I let myself get to a certain point. I can blame it on a medication, but ultimately I am the one to blame. I guess it's some sort of Sisyphusian endeavor on my part, losing weight only to gain more than I lost and then lose that weight. It's like giving myself an ever growing goal to accomplish. It's bullshit.
I want a cheeseburger. Maybe pizza.
In the meantime I'm high on Thereflu night time, and Airborne night time. Night time stuff is good. Daytime stuff is good when you're working. It's a legal high. My eyelids are heavy.
'Lie group E8' math puzzle solved
• Team of researchers solve "Lie group E8" math puzzle
• Problem's proof took researchers four years to find
• If handwritten, the solution would cover the island of Manhattan
• The solution takes up as much space as 45 days of continuous music in MP3 format.
I'll bet those guys kick ASS at Sudoku.
Call me. Gooch.
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