Oooh you're a naughty mess

indeed, so apropos of wot eye woz saying, i intend to clarify myself, to clean up by 30, or i will tire of my lifestyle/ i've always taken things to extremes, anything i try i have to take to its utmost, and i mean not just poisons but exercise (weights, running, cycling), academia, cooking, music/hi-fi, everything that has ever tickled my fancy (!) i've done till it's no longer pleasurable/ i just have to/ thus my post-rave caining must, logically, come to a creative end/ there are two ways i can end it: 1) replace it with some other obsession or 2) work on the root of my obsessing and have done with that/ the former will allow me extreme pleasure and pain; the latter a calmer more rounded life/ the difficulty with 1) is that it cannot be contrived/ for a new obsession to take hold it must be something i naturally acquire a taste for/ weight lifting, e.g., is something i would never have thought i've taken too but i'd had a bad back from playing rugby for years till my brother suggested weights/ painful back and weights sounds inimical but oh my droogs twas sheer bliss, better than any massage or physiotherapy/ i used to groan with pleasure feeling specific muscles which'd pained me being worked out, stretched, the build-up of toxins breaking down, the blood starting to flow, the muscles strngthening and developing/ within a few weeks my back pain'd gone completely and i've not heard from it to this day/ a strong back knows no pain/ anyhoo, w'k'n' on boring marketing copy $z 'n' scentz, drinking tyskie larger