Thursday, December 25, 2008
Woah...
Wow check this shit out - I'm blogging from my iPhone!!
Ok so this isn't the most enthralling of entries but c'mon - this is pretty damn cool. It's pretty fair to say that I'm like a dog with two dicks (if you'll pardon my vulgarity) thanks to Steve Jobs and his large brained cronies for creating a work of such magnificence. Enough with the hyperbole already - it is Christmas today so I would like to wish my entire readership (all 1 of you) a very merry festive season and a prosperous 2009!
Peace.
-- Post From My iPhone
Friday, December 5, 2008
The Keezy is Beezy. Fo rizzle.
So, with the grand total of 0 posts in 15 months, my blogging career obviously got off to a flying start. Trouble was it flew straight down the toilet. But fear not, average reader (which. if my calculations are correct, means you do not exist) Koffers is back.
There is a slight snag, however. What the hell do I talk about? Well let's start with one of my favourite topics - myself.
In the last however many months I have accomplished a lot, and not accomplished a lot more. I somehow managed to successfully graduate, and I didn't cheat or nuffin. I also moved back home - with the parents - let's gloss over that shall we? Now I can be found plying my trade in the ever so slightly crazy world of Graduate Admissions at the London School of Economics. Not quite sure what it is that I do yet, but hopefully I will realise before they do.
Anyway, that aside, I'm going to try my darndest to blog my little cotton socks off from now on. If I read the back of the cereal packet, you may well hear about it. (Still not quite sure who this "you" I am addressing is, but fuck it, let's roll with it.)
So if anyone is actually out there, and you would like to read my particular spin on any given subject, then do let me know, because there's plenty more sarcastic remarks and pompous self assurance where the first batch came from.
Peace. Fo' shiz.
PS - At some point, I started talking like Snoop Dogg. If you would like to help me regain my astute verbosity, then rizzle ma phizzle and we'll tizzle. fo rizzle.
There is a slight snag, however. What the hell do I talk about? Well let's start with one of my favourite topics - myself.
In the last however many months I have accomplished a lot, and not accomplished a lot more. I somehow managed to successfully graduate, and I didn't cheat or nuffin. I also moved back home - with the parents - let's gloss over that shall we? Now I can be found plying my trade in the ever so slightly crazy world of Graduate Admissions at the London School of Economics. Not quite sure what it is that I do yet, but hopefully I will realise before they do.
Anyway, that aside, I'm going to try my darndest to blog my little cotton socks off from now on. If I read the back of the cereal packet, you may well hear about it. (Still not quite sure who this "you" I am addressing is, but fuck it, let's roll with it.)
So if anyone is actually out there, and you would like to read my particular spin on any given subject, then do let me know, because there's plenty more sarcastic remarks and pompous self assurance where the first batch came from.
Peace. Fo' shiz.
PS - At some point, I started talking like Snoop Dogg. If you would like to help me regain my astute verbosity, then rizzle ma phizzle and we'll tizzle. fo rizzle.
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