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




























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Better one handful with tranquility than two handfuls with toil and chasing after the wind.
 
Monday, February 05, 2007  
If you are what you eat, I am veal bratwurst, butternut, potato
The ears are feeding on BANE - Pot Committed

I was in the bathroom this morning and I thought of this lovely site and how I haven't put up any pictures in a fairly long time. Here is a vague amalgamation of the past month or so.

Oh. Weird. I thought there would be more pictures, but I think the past few weeks have just felt really long.

- Reuben the Brother left, which was a very sad occasion.
- I met Anna and we watched The Last King of Scotland. Watch it. But don't.
- Yanni got baptized! And so did Chris. Ohhh happy day
- Rented Adam's Apples, Cache, Paradise Now, and various other movies I've been wanting to see for the longest time. They were all good.
- Meg and I never made it to the Bird Park for our awesome adventure. Oh well. IT WILL HAPPEN.

Hmmm... I can't really remember what else has been going on... My brain has aged too quickly for my own good, so much so it has skipped the peak of intellectual prowess and instead jumped into degeneration.

So this week has started out very geek-like, with me being stuck on the computer for about 12 hours today. Tomorrow will be partially spent at beautiful Bestway, all because I have to give the lady cheques. And I WILL DO ITCC. I mean it. Thursday, Rach and Nick and I are going to Geylang to have dinner. Anyone keen on coming along, let me know! God forbid old men "identify" Rach and I as prostitutes... Maybe I'll wear cloth up to my chin, wrists, and ankles. It's going to be interesting.
































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