Urgh. Can someone, something, or whatever please explain to me why I'm still having f*ckin' acne at 25? I lost count. I think there's like, 8 boils on my face right now. It must be bad kharma from a previous life.

Still on track to having a shoot done in a month's time. I'm becoming such a narcissist. But I'm too curious whether if I'd succeed. Why should I worry about it anyway? I like it.

I found myself suddenly thinking of the entertainment column in the papers from a few days ago. The guy's humor is really spot-on sometimes. Putting the cast of Wild Hogs (Tim Allen, John Travolta, Martin Lawrence and William H. Macy) into The Hills Have Eyes 2 and watching them getting slaughtered? Would it be funny?

Hell, yea.

And some things in life do have a way of turning around and biting you in the arse, don't they?

Things that you neglect, bad habits you don't kick.. wait, am I still making sense?

Oh nevermind.