I have a history of trying out a couple of ways to lose weight and failing at them, miserably. Everytime. Losing weight is kind of a pressing matter for me, because I am slowly starting to resemble a blimp and blimps walking around in malls aren’t generally accepted in society. Anyway, yeah, diet. I need to do it fast. Plus exercise.

Finding lunch that doesn’t leave me starving five minutes after I take my last bite isn’t exactly an easy feat. If I want to be full, I’d either go to one of the several fast-food outlets that are surrounding the office. Now that’s a bit of a problem, you see, because I usually go crazy and order the fucking biggest items on their menu and gorge like a pig. This usually results in me scaring the shit out of the people in the next table — you should see the looks of horror on their faces as they watch me eat the shit out of my fried chicken. Read More

Now maybe I’ve been stretching myself a little too thin lately, but I’m really feeling a bit burnt out. You see, juggling stuff between 

...and I don't know what I'm doing here.












