hyperhypo

it's that time of year again. and i don't mean spring or summer. i'm talking about the time of year when all the puny white boys parade around topless. i'm going to think up a name for it. how about the sunny strut? i'm sure i can think of something better. leave it with me while i try to eat a messy lunch without staining a new shirt. i know. how about parade of the topless puny white boys? or better still, the puny white boys topless parade? no. i didn't think so. its been a good few days since i started to write this and i still haven't come up with a name for it. i have decided though, to start a club. it's called HyperHypo and there are 2 members at the moment. me. and my friend who will remain anonymous. you see, we suffer from the same illness. she's hyper and i'm hypo. being hypo has it's advantages. no, actually, it doesn't. unless you class feeling tired and sleeping as good things. and being forgetful. and carrying more weight than your body should be able to carry. on that note i'm going to have a nap and recharge. until next time...