aeleven

I tried. I really tried. For some reason I am up late again and unusually exhausted. I'm running on coffee and beer and can't seem to muster any kind of entry. I was a complete LACK today. I lacked getting anything done. I lacked, lacked, lacked. Call me LACK. I must at least learn to maintain good posture if I'm going to hang around here. Shit, while no one's looking I'm turning into fucking Quasimoto. It's really no good. I haven't been to the gym in almost two weeks because I pulled my back and I'm sitting here doing nothing to help it. I will get my ass to the gym tomorrow and at least swim some laps. I feel infinitely better about everything when my body is active and excercised. I am no meathead. I am a skinnylittlefuck, but it's true I can't live without vigorous physical activity, sex included... God, girls make me hot. No more spewage, it's uncontrolled, I admit, but I really tried. I'll tell you about my night when I awake with a fresh head. I have to get up early and watch my neighbor's infant for a few hours. He's adorable. Call me whatever you like, I adore kids. To them, I am a human jungle gym. Suicide's you are hot, sweet dreams.