I am the disease that infects your eldest son.

Lately, it has come to my attention that I have lost track of the days of the week. Being Sunday (I looked it up on the calendar in my shitty Motorola Razr) I decided to relax. I thought it was Monday, so I was frackin' out about some random stuff that I shouldn't have been.

Also, I've been way to lazy when it comes to... well... just about everything. I need to start taking initiative and getting my fat ass back in shape. And also write more. The article I had on Monkey Bicycle got me motivated and inspired, but when I sat down to write, I farted and walked away.

Translation: Glen stop being a whiny bitch.



End transmission.

Rise and shine. It's time for your first black sunrise.

First, I stole this from google image search. I forget what I typed in.

Second, ever wonder what it's like to be one of those people who refers to themselves in the third person? Well, Glen Binger does. Glen doesn't think of many interesting things often. That's why he does these ultra lame posts.

Third, I'm not wearing any underwear and I have decided to stop talking in the third person. It's annoying.

Fourth, I have come to terms with my lack of ability to motivate myself. Like today, I still have to call the windshield guy to fix a scratch before inspection. It's been like this for over a month. I am lazy. Fuck my life.

Also, I think I will work on the series I've been writing. I plan on putting it together as a full manuscript for hopeful publication somewhere. But you know, with the amount of suckage and the laziness that encircles my skull, it may never happen. If it does... I'll let you know.

Lazy

Wanna know what I've been doing? Nothing.
I wrote some stuff. One's posted here if you care. If not. Meh. I really want to work on my series, but I 1. never have time. 2. do have time but end up being really lazy. 3. go out too much. 4. am super poor.

What does this leave me with? Work at the beach doesn't start for another 3 weeks. Thus no money in my name. Literally. None. Why can't writing pay me? I'd be super fracked out about that and it would inspire me to write more. Fuck you economy. Fuck you hard in the un-lubed asshole that you lack.

I'm hungry.
Time to raid my parents kitchen.