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Doodads, fandangles, and froufrous

I have posted this - thing - in an effort to add some color to this drab and dead thing that is my blog. Taken from Peachy's t3h 1337 Doughnut Factory. And because I have successfully huffed and puffed my deadline away and I'm B-O-R-E-D. Very.

And the stuff I've been waiting for hasn't arrived yet... T_T


Whoa. Really now.

At first glance, this might be a good thing, but it really isn't. I will not expound on this further, but this really isn't a good thing - no, sirree.


I have only recently discovered that Alan Moore's 'Watchmen' is going to be made into a movie. And that 'Thank You For Smoking' is already showing.



What do you get when you team up with Zeus and he's a big, big, big, big, big, l4mz0r n00b? You lose, of course. >.<


annahojmai said…
i didn't know cuddling could be a superpower. :P :peace:
Ruth said…
sounds You to me, except for the "totally charming and sweet" part--bola na talaga iyon. hahaha :)
tanggapin mo na kasing nice person ka, huwag ka na mabaduyan. LOL.
iamstorm said…
ruth: ............

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One last thing before I hit the sack.

I realize I haven't been posting as much as I want to (ha, Captain Obvious), settling for the occasional photo.

Still, I just want to give out a big thank You to the Guy Upstairs, for blessings and what I pray to be good things to come.


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