God/s/Buddha that's depressing.
I'm chatting with Helen quite a bit on the subject of religion, or more specifically, just what the heck Catholics do and the contents of the Bible.
I am also asking whoever I can if it's possible to make a whip out of chains and daggers. Apparently it is.
You may tire of me as our December sun is setting because I'm not who I used to be
No longer easy on the eyes but these wrinkles masterfully disguise
The youthful boy below who turned your way and saw
Something he was not looking for: both a beginning and an end
But now he lives inside someone he does not recognize
When he catches his reflection on accident
Apparently Sonali's gotten in touch with her inner Indian. And Ling has... is in touch with her... *coughshortcough* Taiwanese self.
Death Cab is still awesome.
Currently planning out where to get supplies to make that Witch King of Angmar costume. Of course with Sonali and Adri's help.
Currently reading: Small Gods - Terry Pratchett
I'm in a Discworld mood. Don't bother helping.
On the back of a motor bike
With your arms outstretched trying to take flight
Leaving everything behind
But even at our swiftest speed we couldn't break from the concrete
In the city where we still reside.
And I have learned that even landlocked lovers yearn for the sea like navy men
Cause now we say goodnight from our own separate sides
Like brothers on a hotel bed
Like brothers on a hotel bed
Like brothers on a hotel bed
Like brothers on a hotel bed
