Work blows. I have this niggling feeling that it's time for a career change. Can't really put my finger on it, maybe it's the feeling I get every morning when I get up where I just wanna take a power drill and drill a hole into my brain. Or could be something else.
I went to Sentosa last weekend with 2 gal friends to suntan....k fine, to WATCH them suntan. I haven't been there in ages, but it was a nice feeling lying there in the hot sun with two beautiful women beside me. I offered to run suntan lotion on their backs and wherever else on their bodies that they needed lotion on but they gave me this really dirty look and declined.
I was quite hurt by their reaction, they looked at me as if I was some sort of pervert who was just using the lotion as an excuse to fondle their nubile bodies; when in actual fact I was just really concerned, as a friend should, that they would get sunburn (it was rather hot after all). Where is the trust I ask you? I thought friends should trust each other.
Oh then there was this rather cute girl running up and down the beach with her dog. The way she cuddled and pampered the dog made me wish I was the one on the end of her leash instead of that dumb dog.
Oh anyway back to the main point of this post. I was walking home a few days ago when I almost stepped on a snail. I gently kicked it to the grass and continued walking, but then I started thinking. Why the hell do snails even try and cross the pavement? Is it because they are sick of the grass on their side of the pavement? What if it turns out to be a road? They will probably die of old age (if they don't get run over or trampled on) before they reach the other side. Why even bother moving at all? And it must really suck for them when they get horny. They probably just end up humping the nearest insect around, like an ant or caterpillar. I pity those guys.