If I could afford a therapist, I'm guessing she would probably ask me to delve into some self-reflecting exercise, like make a 10 point list of things I am thankful for, for starters. Just off the top of my head, here goes:
Until next time,
yours truly.
- To the executive armchair: For extensive and unwavering lumbar support in times of a nerd infested WAN party of fps/strategy/rpg and the occasional sitcom marathon (note to self: also thank the 500ml diet coke for doubling up as my urinal).
- To the physiotherapist: fixing my carpal tunnel caused by activities stemming from endless boredom.
- To Charlie Sheen: for showing us that there are things worse than, say, crystal meth. The phrase "tiger blood" comes to mind.
- To Charlie Sheen: for showing us that our miserable 9-5 lives are little slices of paradise when viewed in perspective.
- To facebook: for turning me into a stubby spud with a 4 year old profile picture and zero social life.
- To BP: From the bottom of the ocean, for the 206 million gallons of sludge. Good news is that BP stock is soaring, which is more than I can say for the oily avians it left behind.
- To William and Kate: I really don't know who these people are, but apparently their 50 million dollar wedding is all the rage. So thank you both, for giving the media something factual to report on for a change.
- To Glenn Beck: For 5 years of great television. Without you, we would not know that America is under an impending alien-nazi-communist-socialist-jewish lobbyist-marxist-monkey-hemorrhoid invasion.
- To Jackass 3D: For showing us what flying feces looks like in 3D. Also for showing us that crack babies abandoned by their parents can someday have a future starring in movies that show feces flying in 3D.
- To the Federal Aviation Administration : For feeling us up in public. Do 1000 reward Air Miles get me a free lapdance?
Until next time,
yours truly.
