The thing about getting tagged is that it robs me of my “mysteryâ€. Think about it. When I sit down and try to conversate with you, you will know me inside out and if I try to lie, you will call me out on my fib. Generally speaking you can read me like a blog [...]
Archive for February, 2008
because I got tagged. . .
Posted: 27th February 2008 by Ivan in Blogosphere, MeTags: Me, Tag, Tagged
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What’s in a name anyway?
Posted: 25th February 2008 by Ivan in Blogosphere, Generally. . .Tags: domain change, Ivan M, nadayada
My English Language teachers would be really upset if I went with the intro I’d planned for this. You know how it is, “a sentence does not begin with words like ‘so’â€. I don’t know. English has greatly evolved since those days in class with a certain teacher that, well, boring is just rude, said [...]
because everyone has pix up. . .
Posted: 25th February 2008 by Ivan in Hair Raising Experiment, RandomTags: Age, Ivan M, Photo Effects
So I couldn’t sleep, right, and then my teeth were killing me, right, so I started thinking about life and stuff, specifically, where I am in life, you know, how long will i be this way, what will it be like when i get older, how come i have ignored punctuation in this post, when [...]
Another sick note…
Posted: 24th February 2008 by Ivan in Random, This LifeTags: Alcohol, Illness, Malaria, Pharmacy
So I had a cough and cold the other day… well to be perfectly honest it was over a series of days. I don’t know where this stuff comes from, but when it arrives it puts me down so bad. I can’t do a thing in that state. Except wallow. I do a lot of [...]
Last night was a trip; he’s never had a hangover this bad. There are gaps, blank spaces from the night past of which memories refuse to form. There are bits and pieces, but that’s all. The phone rings. And rings. And rings. He wants to ignore it. Call back later, he tries to will his [...]
a night’s tale
Posted: 16th February 2008 by Ivan in Generally. . ., Random, This Life, Under The InfluenceTags: clubbing, hangover, kampala, rouge
10pm Savannah… that place on your way to Muyenga… or from it. . . Heineken brought to the table. Can is opened. . . a sip taken. Water is ordered. Medicine swallowed. . . back to Heineken. . . Change of venue suggested. Pangs of hunger manifest. Pizza recommended… Â 11pm She who shall not [...]
So I’m watching this thing on Nickelodeon… first off, I’d like to state that I did die a little inside when watching this station. I hate myself for laughing at SpongeBob‘s shite. I feel like a part of me has been taken and kept on some shelf in Annoying Animation Heaven. I am glad to [...]
Man I hate bullets. It’s not so much the whole “they kill people thingâ€. I know they do, but I am not afraid of death. We all have to die some time, right? I made my peace with that. The thing about bullets, and I’m sure you’ll agree, is that they hurt. A lot! And [...]