Mo-fo.

I find it f#@$ing hilarious that someone took the time to paint a picture of Tom Selleck in hommus of all mediums.

Why the hell am I writing about Tom Selleck? I'm trying to convince Mat to grow a moustache. I just happen to think he would look cute.

It has absolutely ZERO to do with the fact that my friend in primary school, Katie and I had a massive thing for Magnum P.I. in the eighties. Phwoar! The hairy chest, the dimples, the Ferrari, the sarky butler. Man, that show had it all.

Now excuse me, I'm hungry.
I feel like a bowl of hommus for some reason...

Like Sands through the Hourglass.

I look at the calendar, I see it's the last week of October and a mild sense of panic comes over me. I think how quickly another year has come and gone and feel a sense of melancholia sweeping over me. Am I the worlds worst procrastinator?

Goddammit! In my mind it's still March or April and I've got ages of time to get things done before Christmas/The Holidays/New Year.

Oh how will get all those things done if I can't even manage to remove excess body hair on a regular basis?

Cripes! Time to make a list?