Well, here I am again, god I suck, I donīt get any time to write lately. Actually thatīs not true, Iīve been putting all my energy into a new shitty book that nobody will want to read or buy. But what the hell, youīve gotta do what youīve gotta do right?

I feel fried now, my brain's like a hard boiled egg. It's hot here in Lima, the women are walking around in their summer clothes. Itīs nice to look at but it just isn't inspiring me. In fact, itīs bringing me down. Youīre always left hanging there with that sense of worry as to whether youīre getting the most out of every day, or if you should be doing something different. You never know either, not until you reach the bitter end and itīs far too late to make any changes.

Downer.

Anyway, I was thinking about Sexual Harrassment the other day. Something occured to me. Don't you think itīs kind of weird that pretty much any woman can accuse any man of sexual harrassment whenever she wants to? I mean, shouldnīt there be some burden of proof? For example, if some repugnant fat woman accused you of sexually harrasing her, shouldnīt she have to prove in court that the accused found her attractive? That seems inherent to the case. Perhaps somebody needs to come up with a scale of sexuality and then the only people who can accuse others of sexual harrassment are the ones that have been found to be higher on the scale.

Ha! Actually Iīm just being a bit of a pain in the ass here. Imagine the power some jerkoff would have if they got their card of force majeur just because they were found to be high on the sexuality scale. Some people dig the fat chicks....tough luck for them when they got their rating huh? And what about men being sexually harrassed by gay men? Imprudent staring, I know I donīt like it, but I guess even suggesting such a thing makes me a fascist homophobe doesnīt it.

Oh well, too much to think about, one of these days Iīm going to get serious and write down that answer to the ultimate question of life the universe and everything that Iīve recently worked out....if I donīt get hit by a bus first.

Cheers...