Fitting, ay?

Why is it that I'm compelled to spend my life in front of one of the following:

1. The Computer
2. The Stove
3. The Booze

Shouldn't I be driven to go out and hit the pavement and do something, I don't know - productive? I just can't seem to get past this fear of productivity. If I show too much ambition, everyone will expect it out of me. I can't have that. I need to be lazy wherever I feel like it without pressure to achieve.


So some girl tried to setup a Friendster account using my yahoo email address as the address it was registered to. I deleted it the first time it happened. The second time she created her Friendster account, I changed the profile to clearly point out to her friends that she doesn't know her own email address. Oh, and I changed the password on the account.

Sometimes to communicate to oblivious people, I'm obliged to embarrass them.

Gregsta'