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, October 10, 2006  
If you are what you eat, I am mutton
The ears are feeding on DeVotchKa - Viens Avec Moi

The haze is back!
He Is Legend's new cd isn't very nice.

I figured not many people appreciate 150 pictures loading on this tiny page so click on the underlined words...

Josh's birthday: I brought my camera but left the memory card at home. So these pictures of absolute rubbish quality are courtesy of my phone. It was an enjoyable meal.. The food was brilliant. Val appeared for 15 minutes. Meg and some other girl didn't turn up so I was the only female there, which got a little bit creepy when the margaritas started flowing.

Sunday: I had the privilege of having lunch with my parents, the McKellars, and Uncle Kendall. The food was so good, but the company was 1000000 times better. I don't think I had had such an enriching and substantial lunch - in every single aspect, not just nutritionally - till Sunday's. And then there was the City Celebration at night. (Stupid mp3 player ran out of space to record the entire message.) It was repeated again and again that you can't just love one or two people of a nation... you've got to love the nation as a whole, embracing the people and immersing yourself in that particular culture, and such... Which is definitely challenging; it's already difficult loving the one I live in so that's something I've got to work on.

Yesterday was a fairly nice day, even though I wore the wrong pair of shoes. Death to fashion... I'm going to do the function thing for a while. My feet are still crying out right now. So there was work which was rather productive. I'm still taking forever with the accounts. Then there was a pre-dinner of staring at Kurt's sandwich with great lust. And then there was the real dinner. Ate with the parents at Gourmet Plus which wasn't outstanding, but was good nonetheless. Took two crappy pictures of the food - no time to fix technicalities, we were all hungry - and had a really awesome raspberry creme brulee thing. Then we went for a walk at the beach, which was was very healthy and everything, save for bothersome smokers dotting the beachfront and ruining the clean air. Murderers.












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