Oh Obadiah, hold me tighter, and never let me go!

Some of you may have noticed something missing from Jorbrugund the past while. Some of you have stupid faces. Regardless, I have been travelling far and wide in the search for inspirado. Last week I went on Sergei's Love Safari. Before I go any further, let me just say that no one should ever have to go on Sergei's Love Safari. Nevertheless, I take a lot in from every experience I have, good, bad, or undetermined. So thus, I have been inspired to write a romance novel. An exerpt, just for you.
"It was cold that night. Very, bitterly cold. She shivered as he held her tight. Her nipples stood at attention... so rigid they seemed like captive little soldiers being held against their will, straining to break free from the cloth prison. These were the kind of nights they treasured most. Every second felt like an eternity. His breath against the back of her neck as they walked, she smelled meatloaf sandwich. Not good meatloaf sandwich, but not bad either. Suddenly, smoothly, he takes her up in his arms. Then over his shoulder. Fireman's carry style, just the way she liked it. He then began to run, his strong legs carrying them swiftly across the beach. Stopping and dropping her body in the sand, he takes out his fisher-price shovel and begins to slowly bury her. She laughs as the sand covers her neck down to her toes. He smiles and begins to build a sandcastle. A sandcastle just for her..."

Oh yeah, that's the shit.

And on a leaving note, here's Yo-Yo Ma for you.



Mr. Ma is a world renowned musician. He plays cello like nobody's business, and he's cute to boot. I'm starting the More Ma Now movement. 5 bucks to join.