A totally G-rated lazy Sunday.

The weather's awesome. The sun shines, the birds chirp and the breeze is cool. It's heaven. The atmosphere around the house is so peaceful it almost reminded me of home. One of the roommates was playing the role of a slutty butler cleaning the window blinds shirtless; another one was playing the role of a spoilt brat glued to his computer 24/7; I was playing the role of a pool boy. Why pool boy? Because

Pool boys are hot.
I'm hot.
Therefore I'm a pool boy.

I saw Before Sunset last night. I wanted to say this to Ethan Hawke and Julie Delpy: Please, for the love of God, SHUT YOUR PIE HOLES!!

My roommate, the slutty butler came home last night with a lollipop the size of a dinner plate. It has 19 servings on it, 60 calories each serving.

(19 servings) x (60 calories) = 1 giant, disgusting, nasty reason why Americans are so fat.

I went to the gym today, and I saw the reddest, most glaring patch of pubes ever known to mankind in the locker room. It was so red it's like Nicole Kidman's hair. Like a half boiled sausage is sticking out of Nicole Kidman's hair. Why is there a sausage sticking out of her hair? Because someone threw a sausage at her because she is too skinny.

I saw FernGully: The Last Rainforest on HBO today. It was my childhood cartoon. It is also a testament to my being gay, supported by the fact that I still tear up a little at the end. Looking back, there have been signs. Like

• Favorite cartoon: My Little Pony and Friends, Thundercats, SilverHawks, Sailormoon, Care Bears, Ultraman, Jem, He-Man, etc.
• Favotire music: Elton John - Sacrifice; Roxette - It must have been love & Listen to your heart; Richard Marx - Right here waiting; Some Michael Jackson; Kitaro (I have exquisite taste in music since early age. I mean, Kitaro is pretty exquisite right? Him being kinda mental and all), etc.
• Favorite book: Coloring books. I had no problem staying in the lines.

Ahh... Those were good times. Good times. Except that one time I accidentally landed my butt on durians. It wasn't the proudest moment of my life so let's just move on. I'm going to the movie tonight to catch Cinderella Man. By myself, you know, just in case I shed a tear or two.

An actor friend sent me an email last night, telling me to get a boyfriend, as he put it, "Good luck with everything, get a boyfriend! You're too sweet of a guy to go to waste this summer. " If only life is that easy, if only school is easier, if only I'm not that picky, if only... excuses, excuses, excuses. I'm just not trying hard enough.

PS: This is the suckiest and boringest post ever. At least it's totally G-rated, with a sprinkle of homo contents.