Today, I tried to get back in touch with a part of
me that I've been having issues with - My body.
A few years ago, inspired by a friend's blog, I decided
to get into better physical shape... To be what a man
should look like. To be able to look at myself without
disgust.

And, while not overwhelmingly so, it did work. I shed
over 22 pounds and, for the first time in my life, there
was actually a visible effect when I flexed a few of my
muscles.

And what does a guy who is proud of something
do ? Show it to the world, of course. This might come
as a bit of a shock to some of you (assuming that any-
body is left reading this), but I have indeed taken up
photographic self portraits. Of my body. In a word,
nudes. Hopefully "artistic nudes", as the phrase goes.

However, over the course of 2008, I became negligent.
I ate more things that I shouldn't be eating and kept
skipping my workouts. And of course, it showed. So
I grew ashamed and hid from the site that I posted my
nudes on. And I felt miserable about myself every day.

But I decided that I can't keep spiralling down into
obesity. Sure, at the rate I was going, it might take
years.... But it was definitely the direction I was going.
I won't allow it, though. I just cannot lose the only thing
that gives me any right to call myself a man. And believe
me, without a man's body, I am but a boy.

So I am re-adjusting again. Eating better, working out,
being active. And I'm taking photos again. If things keep
getting worse, I still won't be hiding it. There has to be
something that I can do right, and it might be this.

So, to make this personal revelation complete, I'm including a link to my nude profile -Because I decided that I have nothing to hide.
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And oh boy, I feel like I'd gotten a year older in the meantime.

Hello, whoever is reading !

If it is of any concern to you, please take notice of the fact that - due to computer problems - I will not be able to be online for a while. I might be back early next week, though, if everything goes well.

dullest regards
CSH

Due to disturbing footage seen in recent newscasts, I feel obliged to dispel a widespread myth:


Touching the coffin of a former president will not give you superpowers or any other special ability.














You have to eat their brains for that.


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First of all:
HOLY LEAP-FROGGIN LEPRECHAUN ON A BUS, 2000 views !
How did that happen ? Seriously, you guys have no taste.

Secondly, springtime has come.
Actually, that isn't true. Springtime has taken a look at the year, went "screw it" and left for Honolulu. Somewhat irate and panicked by this severly unprofessional conduct, summer has jumped in as the replacement. Summer must've been practicing during it's off-time, as it only took two days to get from about 7°C (~45°For you un-metric bastards) daytime temperature to a smoldering 25 (77).

Now, as Hollywood teaches us, when things get very hot very quickly, what follows is a massive explosion of something. In this case, vegetation. That in itself would be just fine and dandy - I mean, who doesn't like it when the sun is shining, the bees are humming and the birds are singing (unaware of the deadly plague they might carry these days) ?
I'll tell you who: People with allergies. I probably don't have to tell you that I belong into this oftentimes loud and drippy group. And yet, I just did. Writing journals makes you redundant. To give you an impression of what's going on with my poor, misdirected immune system right now, please imagine the following scene:

A medieval city. At midnight. A lone guard is making his rounds. He's seen better days, that's for sure. Pay isn't what it used to be, thanks to those damn budget cuts. Used to be twenty of his kind on the street. Not that it's a particularly impressive kind. Rather raggy and far from athletic, actually. But there used to be more of them. Now, there's only him. Alone. Out in the streets. In the damn heat. It might start raining soon. So yeah, he's got every reason to throw his rusty brittle sword into the nearest pile of plague victims, march directly to the captain of the guard and tell him where to stick his lousy late shift bonus. And yet, here he is, patrolling the streets, carefully examining assorted nothings that aren't happening. But wait.. what's that noise ? A hollow thumping. Getting kinda loud, actually. Is that coming.. from the drawbridge ? But that can't be. That never happened before. Besides, it can't be. What could ever... ?
And suddenly, his world is set ablaze. The seemingly unbreakable drawbridge explodes into a rain of splinters, as the stomping comes closer to our poor, overtaxed guard with a speed that he had never known to exist, as train engines were kinda rare those days. With the hoarse, paniced voice of a man who has the racing suspicion that he's not going to experience the uncomparable disappointment of his first pension, he screams
"INTRUDER ! SOUND THE ALARRrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrgh!"

That last thing was when Godzilla's foot flattened him.
Lousy pollen.

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People who show great mercy:

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