who gives a crap?

I was busy coordinating something important in front of my computer (torrent downloads, games, etc) when I was confronted by Emily…

Emily : “Aren’t you going to wash your car today?”

Me : “Nope.” [continues to click around]

Emily : “Why?”

Me : “Don’t feel like doing it.” [more clickings]

Emily : “You’ve been sitting on that chair for the past 3 days… you needed the exercise…”

Me : “No I don’t.” [click click click]

Emily : “If you sit too much, your ass is going to grow bigger and bigger…”

Me : “I’m not concerned. I don’t need an ass to impress someone. In fact, I don’t need ANYTHING to impress ANYONE. I already have you… I already have Regine… my life’s already fulfilled. There’s nothing left for me to impress. I just don’t give a crap no more.” [click click]

Emily : “You needed to the exercise NOT to impress someone. You needed it for your own health. Ok?”

Me : “I’m already healthy.” [click click]

The point is, I’m already post the age where I need to be concerned about my own looks. 10 years ago, perhaps. But definitely not now.

At this stage of my life, it takes something even deeper than just looks to control the raging bull… if you know what I mean…

*****

And oh, it’s sad to learn about the death of Steve Irwin ‘The Crocodile Hunter’. He has always been my favourite Australian. Kinda ironic for a person who had such a passion for animals… only to be killed by one. Told you people we should’ve fucking left them animals alone… They won’t appreciate what you’ve done for them.