i dream of being free.
i beg to be unfettered. i know i can do so much more. i want to be able to soar like an eagle, and i realize i’m fully able and capable of making magic out of my life.
but i’m too lazy to get off my fat arse and do something about it.
that pretty much sums up my life. decadent, vain-glorious, blithe optimist, horny, uncommitted, fake and irreligious.
a decade in various cubicles has made Scott Adams my deity, and turned my once lithe self into a steadily bloating wheezing mass of sex-hungry flesh.
i also happen to be a gadget freak, besides an auto-lover, but am so much in debt that i can afford neither.
every low point in my life is highlighted by financial trauma, but every high point in my life features my friends and my family. that’s a good thing, i’m sure of it.