It's not BMW that I need...

Became an acting-stockbroker today. I have no slightest idea..okay, maybe I have a bit...of what the hell am I buying.

I smell chicken.
The aroma is coming from the pantry behind.
Gimme the chicken!

Anyway...

I think it is HIGH time to exercise. I am lucky that the past weeks' food fest didnt incite any weight gain. THANK YOU GOD. But something is telling me not to be too happy. It is time to pound the tracks, stretch those muscles, pull a hamstring and break a metatarsal.

But when?

Tsk tsk tsk.
I am asking meself this too.


P/S: I think it is high time I buy that bloody BMX.


(emailed)

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