Backlog

Each day is essentially the same as the last. The routine is both rote and mundane. We knew that already, didn't we? The "blog," both old and new, is testimony to mundanity. So, why continue the benign activity? Why post the same crap over and over again? I don't know.

Typical Backlogged Hottie

Perhaps the backlog of hottie pictures that need to be posted is the sole reason. If it were not for the hottie pictures, would anyone visit the "blog"? I doubt it. Are the hottie pictures now the sole purpose of the "blog"? Probably.

Typical "Cleansed" Hottie

In my own life, not much has changed. The "cleansing" diet has yet to be modified. My sole purpose appears to be my daily two-hour workouts at the gym. Aside from that, I have nothing to do. No activities, no friends, no babes. Nothing. Zilch. Zero.

Typical Queued Hottie

There are a lot of questions in the queue. Should I "officially" retire early? Should I terminate any future medical tests and treatments? And, so on. I have been postponing all decisions. Thinking is fatiguing.

Typical Dormitory Hottie

And what about the dormitory in Chinatown? As predicted by my formerly-homeless buddy, I am being "strung along" by the property management firm. I will need some kind of commitment next week if I am to give notice to the landlord of Slob Manor (read: rental housing) by September 1st.

Typical Cinematic Hottie

I have viewed a couple of "mainstream" flicks (via bit-torrent download) on the poor man's home theater system during the past two weeks. Nothing worthy of mention. That, of course, brings another decision to the forefront. Is it time to box up the wireless speaker and possibly donate it to charity?

Slob Manor Mini-Update®
Well, I neglected to mention in the last posting that Tom, the drunkard, pays no rent. He has been residing on the second floor of the dump for free for many moons now, thanks to the generosity of the landlord. He was supposed to be fulfilling regular tasks in exchange. Instead, he collects bottles and cans in various trash receptacles in the 'hood and at Kawaikui Beach Park. He redeems them for cash. What would Tom, the drunkard, do without the landlord? He would be a homeless derelict.