Ever had someone tell you, "Nice weather we're having today"? Or maybe you've seen the weatherman say on TV, "It's going to be a beautiful sunny tomorrow!"

Well, Im sick of people telling me what their idea of good weather is. Because a good day for ME is certainly NOT SUNNY. I mean, I hate sunny days. Now that I'm not as active as I was a few years back, a sunny day seems moot for me nowadays. I like overcast days, the type when you can just lay back and enjoy a good movie. Or stay in bed and enjoy your blankets a bit more. Especially if there's someone else hiding between the sheets. *wink wink*

Now THAT makes for an especially good day, don't you think?

Everything else feels so much better after a good vomit.

Why, oh why, does retching work wonders on the body's physiology?

I had a bad hangover this morning, after a particularly heavy drinking binge. I think it was the Red Horse. Gran Matador isn't so bad.

"I'm an onion."

This is the first entry in a blog which will attempt to answer the questions, "Why are we put here on earth?" or "Is there life after death", or more importantly, "Why does taking a dump feel soo good?"

(...Actually I don't have an inkling of what the answers to those questions are going to be. Have someone else answer them, I don't like to think too much!)