People,

Last night I learned that my friends want me to never accomplish anything productive in my life.

As I sat in my room on my birthday contemplating my ambitions; the novel I should write, the music I should be working on, the weight I should be losing etc, in busts the 12-G.

Me: 12-G! What's up
12-G: We bought you an X-Box with an internet connection so we can play all the time online.
Me: Thank god! I was just thinking of the useful things I should be doing, but this will actually kill the years until the grave quite nicely and, I might add, much more easily.
12-G: Sweet.

And so we played X-Box for hours. It RULED.

All I can say is that anyone who had any chance of seeing me socially in the next twelve years should kiss that goodbye right this second.

Dag.