If God is dead, you killed Him.



Take a shot at fustian logorrhea:


Them
Label

Location

Words









Egotistic Tendencies
RuthFace
RuthNoise























 
 
Humans
Aaron
Chris
Darren
Goliath
Jeanne
Jo-uh-oh
Jolandi
Jono corecore
Marina
Megsea
Mike
Rach Tea
Reuben the Brother
Tim
Timothy
Val
Yanni


These Might Change Your Life
It's Truth
Relevant
Irrelativity
Colossians Three Sixteen
Burnside Writers Collective
Mcsweeney's
The Haggis-On-Whey World of Unbelievable Brilliance




























Archaic


















Better one handful with tranquility than two handfuls with toil and chasing after the wind.
 
Tuesday, February 21, 2006  
MORE PHOTOS LATER. DEBBIE IS LEAVING SOON! AIRPORT TIME.






































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Rooby Tuesday

Goodbye, Ruby Rooby Tuesday
Who could hang a name on you?
When you change with every new day

Still I'm gonna miss you...


I didn't write that. The Rolling Stones did. Have you seen Keith Richards lately? Gross.

:-(

Woke up early to say bye bye to the brother. He is awesome, forgetful, weird, tall, old, and all those other good qualities girls his age like. I looooooooooooooooOOOOOOOoooooove my Rooby. Probably more than those girls who hang around him.

Debs leaves tonight! Sad. Another trip to the airport, I suppose.

Meg and I hung out at Starbucks yesterday. It was highly eventful, since the glass wasn't tinted and the faces we made were quite grotesque and regrettable. Meg won.

Went out with Rach just now, poor girl was so tired she didn't know what hit her when I suddenly decided I wanted to buy a skirt. I didn't in the end. Tried on heaps of clothes in 6 stores, but they were too short/long/sheer/ugly/poofy/expensive. Shopping over here sucks muchly.

We also talked about being 77 years old in 2065 at the funtabulously freezing Pacific Coffee.

10:20

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