jogging.

Jogging. It's what I do when, instead of going to the gym like I've been saying I will for two weeks, I eat junk food and blog.
You ever wonder why they call it food blogging? Nobody wants to say they flog for fun. What one does behind closed doors is their business and theirs alone.
Sometimes, when I go through Facebook photos of my old life, I want to comment on all pictures of people I've had sex with. People with whom I've had sex, that is. Wouldn't it be neat if one day you logged into your FB account and found that some girl from 5 years ago commented on your photo that you'd slept together? It could do nothing but make life more interesting, albeit less mysterious.
Right. Well there's only fifteen minutes before noon, who wants a beer while it's still a.m.?