Ze sleeps...

they are forthcoming.

Listening to: BOC--Burning for You

Interlude

How strange that we often seek to define our very being with something ridiculous like a blog template. I've just wasted approximately forty three minutes... and twenty seven seconds on looking for a template that captures exactly who I am and what I stand for. And I've settled on oranges. How the hell could oranges possibly define me? And yet, the rest of the world, or the 3.4 people who actually read this blog will think of oranges in relation to me. Knowing this, I choose oranges nonetheless. Ridiculous, no? Don't laugh at me, you know you've done the same thing, if not with a template, then with that witty and nonchalant facebook status, or the perfect twitter, or that drunk picture that show's you're fun and available but doesn't show too much boob.

It's perhaps even more ridiculous that I'm now writing about it and expecting people to find me fascinating or at least mildly interesting.

Speaking of which, the delightful Spring blossom have assumed a vicious attack on my sinuses, causing me to cough like a TB victim. Only without all the blood and death. However, this newfound ailment has allowed me to excuse myself in making various mistakes under the guise that I couldn't stop coughing. So stop complaining, all you patients of consumption, be glad for this hidden opportunity to slack off.

It seems that the inception of this blog was a bit premature, since I have absolutely nothing of interest to say as of now.

...And that is why we must destroy Carthage!