Ok seriously, it’s day 2 of me being warn out and I feel horrible. Fuck, I haven’t even sat in my computer chair in 2 days, I’ve been posting from bed, with the keyboard by my snout, laying face down. Man I love have 10ft of keyboard cord.

It’s not that I don’t have anything to write about, I do, there’s hundreds of rants and topics floating around my head, but seriously, for some reason I feel too sore to push my chair in and sit down in it. Don’t look at me like that either, I’m totally not being a bitch, I’m just pacing myself. I don’t want to ruin my sexy physique and risk fading this perfect body structure all because I was putting too much effort into life, you understand, right ladies?

That’s right, I said sexy. Bitches love my, errr, love handles 2nd chin puffy cheeks beer belly manboobs many, bulging muscles.  Not to mention the fact that the crotch on my pants looks as if I’m smuggling tic tacs lighters shotgun shells golf pencils a beer bottle and tennis balls.  Yeah, you love it, you know it.  Rawr.

Yeah, yeah. So what? I went hunting. Bambi and mother are dead…still looking for a couple of daddies. Om nom nom’s to follow.

I might update later tonight, we’ll see. Very tired.