Jungle 2 Jungle 2: Back 2 Tha Jungle

helllloooo again. I'm sticking to this blog stuff. It's like a vent process that everyone can see, but don't because other than a facebook link there's no way to access it. And don't tell me I'm the only guy who completely avoids other people's profiles. I do like to read my own though, and think about what other people must think when they read it. I bet they're really impressed. Anyways I thought this post should be about my gym philosophy. Talk the talk but don't walk the walk. I probably went to the gym maybe 4 times a week before my UBS job. I worked out hard while I was there, but 4 days a week is unacceptable for someone who talks as much shit as I do. Now I'll start going maybe twice a week, which is beyond pathetic. I won't get fat though, my metabolism is still decent and I play hockey twice a week. I'm a lot more attractive when my bodyfat percentage is low though, so ugly Bill isn't going anywhere. I'm not talking about my abs when I say that, I mean my face. Nobody looks good with a fat face. But enough complaining, here's my review of the hit classic "A Bug's Life:" Don't see it, I don't know what those things in this movie are supposed to be but they're not bugs. They have faces, can talk, and have souls. All I can think about when I watch it is how many of them I've massacred inadvertently in my life. God make these visions go away. Scatman of the week: Scatman John.