169!

One hundred Sixty Nine pounds. That is how much I weighed today. I have never seen that number before. Its quite an accomplishment for those of you who don't have the metabolism of the Galapagos tortise. Hopefully, I can continue my eating disorder until I can actually see my abs, but we'll have to wait on that. I think I can keep this up at least another week, so maybe I'll get to about 165 by then.

Anyway, my arse still hurts like William. It was at the point where I needed to sit down all night if I could. Tonight we went to this bar called "The Reef." Ot kind of sucks because they won't let you on the second floor unless you have (Katie's) titties. By the way, I'm having to stop every sentence to spell check because I'm slightly retarded right now, so excuse any spelling errors. Back to the Reef. Normally, I wouldn't go there, but one of my friend's friends is moving to England and we had to see him off. I don't really know him too well, but I went anyway. His turnout was probably better than mine would hvae been in the same situation, so he's go that going fo him (which is nice) and a job, which I don't have.

I'm hoping that my Sports Law professor can hook me up, which is wishful thinking at this point, but I can dream (can't I)? The job situation is bad because I tried to sell out, but nobody wants me and my heart is not in selling out. I feel like George Costanza in that I can't pay attention unless its sports. I know that makes me sound dumb, but at least I'll have graduated law school to prove that I do (in fact) have a brain.

On to the major thoughts. First of all, what is up with Joaquin Phoenix's cleft palate? Nobody seems to talk about this, yet I can't get past it. Everyone thinks he's this great actor since Gladiator (which is on at least twice a day) and I think he's just distracting. River was the real talent in that family and it is a chame that he needed to overdose outside the Viper Room.

My girlfriend just asked what I was doing. I told her to hold on. I have not told her about this blog because 1) I would not be as candid if I knew that people (she) could see it and 2) I'm embarassed of what may come out here, so you (the reader) can hear about my true ass pains more vividly if she does not know. Speaking of which, the pains are pretty rediculous. Its almost as if I got my taint pierced.

Hopefully, I have at least entertained you (if I have any readers) for the past couple of minutes and my spelling misatkes are not too bad (since I am drunk). Love, peace, and nappiness!

--Catheter Man