is fat...

... in photos.

Always behind the camera for a reason.


Holidays are great. Even better if your back isn't charred. Even better yet if you aren't fat so you can don the skimpy. Or no donning at all. But when you have the cutaneous texture of citrus and the relative dimensions to match (all noticed in retrospect, of course), there's really nothing to be done.


A quick review of the current situation: very little money (not really in the big paying jobs now), going to be very lonely very soon (alone is nice if money is there, but usually when you have money you have these remorae stuck to your underside), very little to do (completing Oblivion for the sixth time now), and worst thing is the weather is going to scorch very soon.


Time to ramp up the gym routine, tone down the eat routine, run like a headless chicken, play a bit more of the M to the t to the G. And make more money somehow.


Lonely is great in a way that is not. And people not putting any effort into communicating strongly suggests that the relationship is dying, if not already dead.