Cheer Up, Emo Kid!

I figure I should post some happy blogs from time to time. Otherwise I sound all depressed and angst-filled all the damn time, and I'm not like that. I'm a pretty happy guy most of the time.

Anyway, I've been telling everyone this but I like to overstate the good news. I've been lifting a bunch of stuff at work lately and my mom got this weight machine in the basement. I sleep down here so I have a lot of time at night with just IM conversations to keep me entertained. That means I've been using the weight machine. Damn, kids. My arms are teh sex. I'm not saying I'm built but I can't look at my biceps without grinning. Looking good is a real morale booster and if my friends haven't told you yet, I'm apparently not that attractive.

On a related note: Any of you who read this could tell me why that is whenever you'd like. I won't get offended. I just want to know what's not attractive here. Be cruel about it if you want to. I don't give a fuck.

:)