my shoulders and back have been really sore recently (from slouching in my crappy chair at work no doubt, while i write this blog) so i was chatting w/gf online last nite, and i was trying to reach behind my shoulders to massage myself. although it kind of worked, it was a struggle, and i was basically just trying to jab myself.

that was when i realized: if i could give myself a massage, it'd be the greatest massage ever, since i know the exact spots where im sore. then i proceeded to spend the next few minutes thinking of how to make this idea work, blueprint, pulleys/levers etc. then i googled "self massager" to see if anyone else has thought of this, thinking it'd just return tons of porn sites. however, i came across this:


the thera cane. i went on amazon and ordered one right then and there.

let's hope it works. it looks creepy as hell, but i guess it's less creepy than the idea i had in my head of 2 fake hands on ur shoulders with levers to ur own hands. review will be coming soon.

i always wonder about these online dating sites such as eharmony etc. they claim to guarantee u meet someone special, but just watching the commercial makes me doubt it. they flash these questionnaires with questions such as "i enjoy taking on challenges", "i find humor in everyday things". i wonder, who would actually say no to these questions? would u say, no, i dont find humor in anything, or i don't like challenges? seems kinda stupid.

and even if those questions make u rate ur answer on a 1-5 scale, does it really make a difference? does a 3 really differ that much from a 4? i'm sure its not that black and white, but maybe i just find it hard to rate my feelings on such general questions like that. whenever i had to do those teacher evaluations, i never really knew how to grade someone on a scale, and usually just put 3's and 4's, unless they were super crappy (in which case they get a 1 or i just dont fill it out)

it seems like alcoholism is the latest trendy end-all excuse for any kind of mistake u can make. i banged my friend's wife, but im an alcoholic, so u can forgive me. i'm a racist, but i'm an alcoholic, so once i get help for my alcoholism, i won't be racist anymore. does this really make sense? what happened to the days of denial, lying and cheating? if ur gonna do something bad, dont make up a pitiful excuse to cover it up. be like clinton and lie about it until ppl find out the truth. because by that time, nobody will care anymore.