I was speaking again with IL (who you will remember we referenced here). She is very awesome and I enjoy talking to her, but sometimes our conversations highlight the absurdity of my existence.

To wit :

k : so, crazy japanese people talking about stretching the sack
k : http://japundit.com/archives/2007/08/14/6727/
k : SFW unless people there are insane
IL : lol
IL : wtf
IL : “improved my eyesight”? I find that very hard to believe
k : oh, don’t worry, i don’t believe a word of that article
k : i mean, don’t get me wrong, there’s nothing wrong with that kind of massage, but i’m not likely to do it for my liver
IL : hahaha
IL : oh
IL : i know you may not be that into tattoos
IL : but i was watching LA Ink last night
IL : and omg
IL : they do GREAT work
k : oh, i find it all very impressive
k : i’d even do it, if i could think of something i love enough to make permanent
IL : “i’d even do it, if i could think of something i love enough to make permanent” – Isn’t that the story of your life kerry berry
k : yes, that is an accurate statement, alas
IL : I think i might post this in my blog
k : which, the sack pulling?
k : or my existential dilemma?

Needless to say, it was the sack pulling that made the cut. :)