Friday, June 24, 2005

Healthy man love

Have you ever fallen asleep on your computer desk on top of 6+ inches of paper, books, and WBS? Or gotten up at 3AM only to cry yourself to sleep by listening to Thomas Quasthoff singing Brahms’ lieder? Because if you have…you could sympathize with me.

In other news: my birthday was fucking awesome! Very relaxed, exactly what I wanted. Robyn even made me a cake encrusted with WBS. Croquet was had by all. Thank you and goodnight.

8 comments:

-mandy- said...

our very own cult? i'm in. i think i have all of those requirements pretty much covered. but i'm sure i've never seen you in sequins. this will have to be changed.
i came up with a new rule, though: you must take a pilgrimage to rolla.
to worship me.

Ed Grow said...

Before I come home to worship your great bung-holiness, we need a name for the cult. If you don't act fast, I am going to dub it "manical jazz hands and the union of bjs". By god, you've got to stop me!

Rob Danger said...

Forgive me but what is WBS?

-mandy- said...

how about...that name sucks. how about we rebel against conformity and refuse any sort of name...down with the man and his rules.

Ed Grow said...

Flesh- WBS=wild berry skittles. My first love...after interpretive dance moves and the "gayz"

Mandy-Yeah. That name does suck. Can I still be part of the cult?

Chip Nelson said...

I only cry once a year, on April 15th. I'll open the Southern chapter of the cult if you need one. Nice blog.

amanda said...

http://www.durexdickerations.com/

this is glorious, absolutely glorious.

-mandy- said...

eh. i guess you can be in. after all, you DID come up with the idea. just make sure you come pay homage to me and my fabulousness.