all i need is the air i breathe




the word on Friday, December 10, 2004 is:


this is to die for; if i actually manage to hold this for 0.1 s, and achieve nothing else in the rest of my lifetime, i will die happy.



tell me, where do such freaks come from?

incidentally, and ironically, i think being in the office for such prolonged lengths of time is turning me into a fitness freak. maybe having your butt almost surgically attached to a chair 10.5 hours a day cures you of any couch-potato tendencies for the rest of the time you're awake. suddenly i feel motivated to swim, stretch, practice gym, go to the real gym, do weights etc. all i need now is a skipping rope and two ponytails!