My Monday night

I'm currently watching an old British sitcom, having:

Downloaded a rented movie off iTunes for my iPad
Watched highlights of an EPL game
Looked at movies to go see next week during my week off work
Scoured the internet for a place to live when I move out (hopefully soon though I've been saying that for years)
Tried to think of something to blog about
Failed
Worried about things out of my control,
Read Batman

I can't help but feel I'm wasting my life....

Boobs

Why are we (guys) so fascinated? We don't know. And nor do we particularly care either. All we know is that they're there and we like them. We look at them when we know we shouldn't. Not because it's impolite, just because it's dangerous. The consequences of getting caught can be violent. One only need point to the great George Costanza to see what can happen. Admittedly it was Denise Richards he was looking at so he can't be blamed. Everyone would look, even you. Yes you.

But despite the danger, we'll continue to look. You may think you're good at catching us, but our skill at looking has been perfected through generations. We're the modern day ninja's. Albeit ninja's without a clear goal in mind. Only an ideal. And that ideal is: We like.

Back to the blogging world

So I've come crawling back. After 7 months I've come back to act like my thoughts and opinions are somehow interesting and relevant. No idea what I'll be aiming to achieve but I'll find out when I get there. No doubt it'll just be me going on about life, work and football. And since my twitter account is now private I can say what I want about work and nobody will ever find out! *evil laugh*

Now accepting suggestions for what I should blog about. And yes I promise that this time I'll keep it unncesssarily brief. (see what I did there?)