indeed

What messes me up is that I like tits, and I like guns, but when you put the two together, I just can't seem to enjoy it like I know I should. It's like I'm trying to look at two totally satisfying things at the same time, thus only getting a part of the experience. I dunno.

*silence*

I just downed 2 cups of coffee and it's 0118 hrs. What was I thinking?

same time here, but no coffee. fallout will just entrance me. trying to go the other way. day sucked, trying to end it. easter might also suck, but won't know till it gets here.

amongst other things. Date got progressively boring. I stuck out the meal for politeness sake. Before that, was watching the nephews I don't like for my sister, and she has the gall to call and tell me that she decided to work overtime, which became as much my time as hers. Missed a chance to go spar cause of that and missed a bbq cause of the failed date. now I just can't sleep and I realized that my jpg avatar is breaking down and I can't find it or a png on my harddrive. tried to make it all better by playing a game of supcom, and got nuked 10 minutes into it.

so, yeah.

exactly. hmm, suffer victorian literature for the sake of sleep? intriguing thought, but scary at the same time.

got sleep. oddly, weak coffee was involved, tells you how little the stuff does for me.

it actually happened only a few minutes after i downed the thing. I think the milk does it for me. hmm, mom was right.

After the comp stomp, I'm going to fire a novalith your way.

oh sure, blame the pigeons

@ Draakjacht- sorry about missing the comp stomp finish off, had to drive wifey around, she's on some pain meds from that accident last week and couldn't drive

Win I.

The End.