I am soon to be 25 and this has been an interesting week.

Wow!!! What a bloody week.

Things have begun to smell in new and interesting ways.

In the words of the legendary Violent Femmes.....

"Big hands, I know you're the one!"

I've been propositioned by the most butt-ugly knack in the history of foreign diseases.
I've been violently ill these past few days spending more time on the toilet than off it. I have developed a new interest in the writings you can find in toilet cubicles.

My "internal plumbing" seems to have sorted itself out, as I don't need to hang around the toilets every ten minutes.

I had a humourous observation about my recent condition.... I realised I was playing russian roulette with my plumbing. Every time my bowels moved I had to decide if it was just flatulence that wanted to come out, or if it was going to leave a nasty stain in my pants. What a way to spend a day... not my ideal concept of fun.

"Life moves pretty fast, If you don't slow down once in a while, you could miss it."
- Abe Schroemann