Tight

The "blog" has temporarily returned to daily postings. The primary purpose is to showcase more young hottie pictures. Commentary by the ol' lavahead is secondary. Old news, I know. So, just check out the hotties instead. Sheesh! The "blog," by the way, is a point of contention insofar as the iPad® tablet computer is concerned. If I did not have to compose the "blog" on the iPad®, then it would be close to the ideal device (i.e., minimal surveillance) for me. The iPad® has a few other shortcomings (detailed in previous "blog" posts), but none are too serious. Of course, my cheap "smartphone" can accomplish all tasks quite well given the puny screen.

Lots of rain this morning, but the participants of the Honolulu Marathon were not dissuaded. The run route passes right by Chaos Manor (read: rental housing). Several lanes of the highway were closed off for the runners, the majority of them already on the return segment of the event. Naturally, nothing deters the ol' lavahead from fulfilling his daily itinerary in town, which now includes a visit to the coffee shop.

As usual on Sunday, a certain fitness and training hottie was at the gym. Baby was looking mighty fine. Baby has, of course, abstained from coming around. A tragedy, I know. With no savior, there's no stopping my downhill slide into the abyss. Anyway, baby has been working out subsequent to her client training sessions. To say that baby is fit would be an understatement. Tight is more like it. And, seeing baby in her tight workout outfit invokes intrusive erotic (read: animalistic) thoughts in the oversized cranium. Tight body, tight outfit. What's an old codger to do?

The remainder of the day was blasé at best. Once a babe like a certain fitness and training hottie is observed, everything else is subdued to the point of being insignificant. All that was left for me was where to procure my dinner, a purely animalistic drive. Inexpensive dinner choices at the den of consumerism (read: shopping mall) in Kahala are limited. So, every evening, I must choose between three eating establishments. so pathetic.

Well, I will probably waste some time this evening in contemplating whether I should divest the iPad®. Aside from the various technical problems that I have experienced, the device presents several existential problems as well. I must worry about it being stolen or damaged from carelessness. And, I must recharge its battery religiously. Seems a lot like slavery, doesn't it?