2003-06-16

Fernackadoodle

Life busy busy busy, write radio play, talk to friends, watch movies, go to gym LOTS

Even managed to fit in sex, and with a couple of different positions

Drank half a bottle of port after a pretty dull play produced by a well-meaning friend and threw up for an hour. The port was fine, but the block of cadburys i wolfed down with it seemed to upset me. And apart from the port/chocolate disaster I have eaten not much other than soup for the past two weeks as i pursue the endless quest of slender Jujitsu.

Where does fat come from? I have a factory for making it built inside me I swear. bastards. Should list it as a public commodity and sell shares in my tubular waist.

Gym is good, love the pool, the spa, the sauna, the naked changeroom ethic. Lifting heavy things, running faster, further, for longer. Love to run my hand down my calf muscles now and feel them changing into leaner versions. Can see a six pack hiding under the doona that is my top belly. Hurray hurray. Might even take up a team sport.

Tag team 69 - with a bottle of port as last prize.

I want to pash a Samoan.

bitch - moan