
I’m feeling lame. Bored. I could so easily up sticks and join the French Foreign Legion. Or join some commune, and spend my days bra-less and playing a tambourine. I’ve just been playing with Google images, looking at ‘broken teeth’ (the sight of which actually does things to my lower back, bad things. Then, ‘diseased penis’, ‘tango tan’, ‘testicle injury’ and ‘fat person stuck in chair.’ All of which are totally suitable for Valentine’s Day. See, we didn’t have the internet when I was a kid, so I never go to look at this stuff. On a positive note, during my internet related time wasting, I did find this- And was also reminded of this awesome picture. As someone who runs, this worries me greatly. It could happen to any of us. The man deserves a medal for keeping going. He is a hero. Also, I want this. If I had the body for a bikini, it would be this zombie one- Now I’m gonna go knit me a handbag and watch Biggest Loser. I have been looking for a new handbag as mine broke (due to my insistence of carrying...





