just because i groom doesn't mean i've gone brokeback

in the name of infotainment, i bestow upon your eyes a photo of fully clothed men on the beach. i wanted to say shirtless men and make it seem more sexy but apparently everyone wears a shirt on the beach in this day and age.

i have nothing much to comment on except the deterioration of my liver (which is a statement on its own. i don't have to say anything else), my lethargy (i blame this on the same reason my liver is deteriorating), my craving for tomyam nasi goreng, my not-so-newfound love for scrabulous (again), the excuses i give to my dad for not going to yoga (the list is getting shorter) and the fact that i may have to recant my statement of asexuality (whoopsie! but we'll see).

also, i'm sorry zharf bag. please talk to me again. and please make a move on scrabulous. you're scaring me.

*edit: shit, a friend just said the words "fatty crab" to me. i want chicken wings and toast dipped in chilli crab sauce.