Im just sitting here, wanting to type something but cant find anything to type about.

If i was mr blog, i'ld feel neglected.

after 16 minutes.. (i actually did look at the clock).

I thought of some political thing. Better keep it to myself. I'll get a better job this way..

another 8 minutes..

I just made the link that my bro has a yoda keychain, and my supervisor at work has a darth vader's. And yoda's right hand is missing from my bro's while darth's left leg is missing. Must have been in some epic battle that i missed.

3 more minutes..

Im feeling feverish (fiévreux in french).

I feel like going swimming early tomorrow morning. Probably stand in queue (if there ever is one) and wait for the swimming complex to open at 8. And as far as i remember about my trunks, one is way too tight and the other might be lagging behind if i do my rendition of ian thorpe in the pool.

They should allow boardshorts.

And i proudly bought a pink tee just now. Its a really nice pink kind of pink to me. And super cheap i think. And extremely good cutting.

=)

7 minutes on..

If i were to let myself listen to the rest of my all-american rejects' songs in the playlist, it'll probably last another 25 minutes at least.

Tyson Ritter's hot though.

another i-dunno-how-many-minutes..

I cant find the stupid cable to upload the pictures from the camera. I get a wee bit affected by this somehow.

Oh and i was wondering, what if the public buses dont close their doors before they move?

I'm getting delirious.

Have a nice night all. =)

Mr posterboy just manages to look good no matter what he does, what he wears. Havent seen him in pink though..