I guess this shall become the refuge for rants written by a chlorinated golden tiger. Or ocelot. Whatever works. Herein shall also lie the ramblings of an aspiring author. If something doesn't make sense . . . I suppose it's my fault, but I'm not taking the blame. I'm like that.
Thursday, May 10, 2007
Game 3
Let's not talk about game 3. I'd rather forget it as soon as possible. Let's just say that right now, I feel like maiming anyone who even slightly annoys me. Or thinks about annoying me. Or looks at me without permission.
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