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I somehow feel waves of hatred around me. The tide is high and I'm... Blah blah blah. It sucks, it isn't funny, it makes no sense, what's the point in posting such shit?

Fine.

...she never bothered changing her white, cotton pants.

She knew she's gonna make millions when she sells them later on, packed in a jar, so nothing of the smell goes away -- and make more money than selling them to people responsible for the constant supply of used-underpants-vending-machines.

I would feel badly offended if I found myself to be accidentally thumbed up by you, Sir. I think I wouldn't rather have my blog around pages you appreciate.

Besides. The fact you dislike me is pretty much expectable.

And yeah, childlish (and pretty failed imo) attempts at flaming are like something you'd expect from me, am I wrong? :>

Hah, here comes the optimistic message to 85% stumblers out there:



Here ends the optimistic message.

Yay, yay, hoorray. I can't wait for them to do it, honestly ;>

Brutal.

I would have been laying somewhere, unconscious due to excessive drinking while partying my time away. or sobering after yesterday.

Also: taking care of my geekiness in the proper way. Not avoiding D&D, caring more about what happens to my MtG cards and stuff. Oh, and lvling these MMORPG chars faster, better and more effectively. And stumbling!

Instead of that however, I always find a good excuse to avoid meeting that bunch of weirdos (aka my party), my cards are somewhere and I donno where (surely not at my place) -- and I play for fun, and I really don't give a shit about the effects to that. It is to be read as: I don't have time for that shit, I have some rl (hahahaha).

Which is, still better, and my liver is damn happy.