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| Can you feel that, Satan? Yes, it is what you think it is. It's the cool nip of an arctic breeze as it skips through the firey plains of hell.
Which means that it's time to return to the world of Blogging.
I was okay with letting this blog lie, I really was... until I gave in to my nagging sense of self-love by checking my WBSYN site stat counter, only to discover that someone landed themselves here by Googling "Laziness and Procrastination Syndrome". I could've reacted to this in two ways: 1) re-name this site as I wept in to a twelve pack of Nutellas, or 2) log in to Blogger with one hand as I gorged on a twelve pack of Nutellas with the other.
As one can tell, I am very lazy. And my tukhus is the size of Peter Jackson's prior to his love affair with pulling all-nighters and fistfuls of Metamucial (note to those at home: Metamucial and the Atkin's diet seem to go hand in hand in the land of Googling). Actually, I am lazy when it comes to being an Internet geek and mysterious entity (because identity is a word that conformists use, mang) because I am so busy trying to achieve such aspirations in the real world... which is really hard when there's something good on the tele. Yet, I assure you that I have been keeping myself busy with the production of bad fillums (a given, really), the consumption of alcoholic beverages (read: fancy drinks in large glasses) and the never ending discourse on a very important matter: gay, or eccentric?
Let me begin by stating that MANY people I know have been puzzled by this sudden epidemic, which I blame on an upsurge of pretentious art-wank types and emo goths (no offence) in this fair city.
So how can you tell if he's gay or eccentric? I am of course exlcuding the obvious signs (i.e. the person in question enjoys his job at the Beat because of the uniforms).
I'll leave this as an open forum, Satan.
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