Akin to a Derailment.

Let's have another one of these posts, shall we?

My bed here is rather uncomfortable.

There's been a lot of marriage going on in my life lately (well, maybe not in my life, but around it anyway), and it's inspired me to make up a list of all the things (bad habits, shortcomings, etc.) in my life that need to be resolved before I feel I am ready to take for myself a wife. It's an interminable list. Let's just say you can count on me not being wed for upwards of 18 years.

Does everyone have crushes on their cousins when they are little? I know I did, but I swear I didn't know any better. Have you ever? (Seriously though, it's not that big a deal, I suppose, what with the 20% and all.)

I will kind of miss this place. In a strange, abhorrent way.

I still can't achieve full satisfaction in my breathing, and I am about ready just to give up breathing altogether.

It's hard to believe but I've only been to church like 4 times this summer. Mostly because the church that we rarely attend here is lovingly referred to as "Drive-thru Church". Where we go pay for an order of religiosity and then we head back out, nary a word or sideways glance from anyone. It's a little depressing to attend. That's why I love Capilano.

Right now I have this severe longing to play basketball. Oh man. I gotta. I think it's 'cause we watched Coach Carter again last night.

The rap battles in 8 Mile were electrifying. I can only dream of being such a quick-witted vocabulist.

I've pretty much seen every movie that has come out in the past three months. This disgusts me.

I also have a significant desire to work at Starbucks. I don't know where it came from, really. It's a little "allofasudden".

Recently I've had countless ideas for sensational greeting cards.

I quite enjoy mowing lawns. There's something about the way a large, well-kept patch of grass looks at the end of a cut. And the smells, ooohhhh the smells. There is almost nothing like the scent of freshly castrated grassland. Except maybe the smells both of impending and bequeathing rain.

(Have you ever heard anyone refer to the cutting of grass as castration? That's ridiculous.)

I should've said grasstration instead. Although, maybe that wouldn't've made much sense.

Can you do that? A double contraction? Wouldn't've? That's cool. Or is it: That's'cool. No, it isn't. No, it'sn't.

Ok, that's all.