Dirty Jockstrap

Relics of the past are hardly welcomed into my good graces. I get bored easily with sports. Two years ago I bought a 47 inch big screen HDTV for the sole purpose of having a super bowl party. I don't watch sports, but I have many male friends who do. I figured having a bunch of men in my home, all at once, would make a great story for filth magazines. Unfortunately, they all brought their wives and me and the girls hung out talking about how bored we were. A few years have gone by since that party and I am still no where near enjoying a sport that almost every red blooded American male worships. I worship it in my own way...lord knows I WORSHIP it! To say the least, in my sickened condition, I made my way to yet another super bowl party yesterday. I should have brought a blanket and a comfortable pillow. Hooray for football...ugh!

The relics I was referring to were all in the form of over aged men who sat around watching this game last night. I think this is the one thing about football that I don't understand. Men sit around and comment how good or bad the game is played, boasting that they could have done better. It freaks me out that the men I was listening to were so brash about how they would have done this or that to win the game! Fat, out of shape, over inflated, disgusting men, bragged about how they were super hero's and how they were so much better than athlete's. I was purely disgusted! HA-HA

On another note, I had a date on Saturday night. It was a lovely evening and I really enjoyed my company. It was marred later on in the evening by my oncoming cold. My throat started getting scratchy and my sinus became inflamed. It was all I could do to keep talking. After hours of conversation I excused myself and made my way back home. My friend gave me a subtle kiss and I was on my way. I really wanted to spend the night with him. I imagine he would be incredible! He has this smile that is amazing and wow, he has a great personality! I like him and I hope he likes me. I really hope he likes me, because he has this great house and his bedroom has this great shower that I could see us getting very hot and heavy in...very hot!

Today is another Monday. I am doing my best to maintain my composure as the sickness courses through my veins. A few times this morning I felt like passing out. My head feels like one of those bobble heads. Heavily weighted...sinuses killing me...and no phlegm at all. Not that I would enjoy the phlegm, but then I would know that something is progressing. I wouldn't have to keep swallowing pills and syrups to make things feel better. It would be done and I would be able to feel....well.....I would probably feel run down still, but I would be in better health that I am now. Again, it is a Monday and the world as I know it is still harsh and kicking me in the ass! Someday I will be the next American Idol or a lottery winning senior citizen with only a few years to live. Life is funny like that.

I will leave this entry on a short note today. Nothing funny has happened and I think that my brain has finally gone kaput...capiche...Until next time my friends!

Peace!