I had something all different written out.

Then I got to looking at some old pictures, and instead decided to inform you that should I ever become an author, this picture:

of me getting drunk in the Goodwill Hunting cabin while reading Stephen King's desperation is what should go on the back of the book.

I also saw this picture:

Which was taken, I believe, during the excellent summer of 2010. And it got me thinking that

Logan was right, the pizza girl had both an annoying laugh, and was hitting on me something fierce. And I have no idea why. I don't even REMEMBER looking as in shape as I do in the above pic - I remember myself as always being pudgy. And while I apparently looked decent enough back then, I'm kind of bulbous now, no if and or buts, and don't really see why some random girl who is not wholly unattractive would decide there's something appealing about a bikerbearded fat dude. The logical assumption is that she was looking for a bigger tip, but frankly, she was not THAT pretty either, and it seems unlikely that angle would work on everyone.

Anyway. I think I'd like to get into a little bit better shape. Not because of the pizza girl or because I feel too out of shape (though I am), but because I didn't realize how unpleasantly different I look now than I did back in the day.

Should be fun.

Then I saw THESE pictures, and I realized that

1. I don't miss drinking all the time all THAT much when I really stop to think about it.

2. There are a frightening number of pictures of me in various girlfriend's clothes out there, despite the fact that it's not really a fetish for me, and that I find I'm unable to remember why that seems to be the case.

Yessir.