So, I'm only wearing a pair of socks and a smile while writing this.
When did I stop reading? I used to fly through book after book but then I just stopped. There is the time factor (i.e. lack of) but that didn't detour me before. I mean, I read and loved some decently weighty stuff (in my opinion): John Calvin's Institute of the Christian Religion, Martin Luther's Bondage of the Will and Commentary on Galatians, Berkhofs Systematic Theology (notice a trend?). All the while I was also reading a little of this and that for variety.
Nowadays, the last three books I completed were re-reads of Dune, Stormbringer and The Old Man and the Sea. That was quite a while ago. Ive started almost 5 books and have only gotten barely into them and completely stagnate.
Rot is a good word. Rot bitch!
Ok, Im sipping on some El Capitan Morgans with a hint of Diet Coke; Ive just got some Sun to tan this too too sullied flesh- and am pondering the perplexities of why someone would refer to the coital act as getting up in those guts.
Vegas is only 4 days away. I am calm and serene waiting for the drunken debauchery that will ensue. I will be cackling all the while as my liver dies. WOOOOO WOOOOO!!!!
Mad love, and peace out. Word.
When did I stop reading? I used to fly through book after book but then I just stopped. There is the time factor (i.e. lack of) but that didn't detour me before. I mean, I read and loved some decently weighty stuff (in my opinion): John Calvin's Institute of the Christian Religion, Martin Luther's Bondage of the Will and Commentary on Galatians, Berkhofs Systematic Theology (notice a trend?). All the while I was also reading a little of this and that for variety.
Nowadays, the last three books I completed were re-reads of Dune, Stormbringer and The Old Man and the Sea. That was quite a while ago. Ive started almost 5 books and have only gotten barely into them and completely stagnate.
Rot is a good word. Rot bitch!
Ok, Im sipping on some El Capitan Morgans with a hint of Diet Coke; Ive just got some Sun to tan this too too sullied flesh- and am pondering the perplexities of why someone would refer to the coital act as getting up in those guts.
Vegas is only 4 days away. I am calm and serene waiting for the drunken debauchery that will ensue. I will be cackling all the while as my liver dies. WOOOOO WOOOOO!!!!
Mad love, and peace out. Word.