Running

It's a funny thing running. I mean I like it, i do, I always come back thinking 'Yeah, I loved that! I'm going to do that again!' Then of course I sit here nearly a week later thinking 'Yeeeeah .... I really should go running again' and then I tuck into another Caramel Digestive that tastes really good. Sucks. It doesn't seem to matter what I do or how I try to focus myself, whether it's my job or feeling pissed off or even just plain down one day, something always gets in the way; which got me thinking ... At what point did God decide that some people would be fat or thin? I mean I know mostly it's a personal thing, but I have friends who can eat anything and it doesn't matter, they just don't put on weight, even the ones who try! Of course then there are the ones who can lose weight in a heartbeat, my wife, she's a good example, she is hot, I mean really cute, fabulous body, if she decides she wants to drop a few pounds she simply cuts down on eating and hey presto! she drops a few pounds. That really pisses me off. I stop eating and i have two things happen; 1. I get hungry and 2. I put on weight. Nice.

On the other side of it at what point did God say, 'I know, let's have some good looking people and just so they don't get bored I'm going to create some ugly people for the good looking people to make fun of'. That's messed up man, just messed up. Seriously. How did he decide on who would be ugly, was it whoever cried more as a baby in Heaven, the ones who kept Him up late got beaten with the ugly stick? WTF?!

My wife tells me I must have cried a little in Heaven and was fed extra by God to shut me up.

Nice.