Well, what would you do if you were a boring, untalented clown?
I would start a blog.
No wait, I would start THREE blogs.
You see I hate talking. But I love writing. And though you can write as though you were talking, it's hard to talk as though you were writing. It's nearly impossible. I think.
I don't care about what I'm good at, because I'm not that good at anything. Even the things I have an actual passion for. It's probably because of my half-assed attitude. But like I said, I don't care.
And now, proof that all comedy is tragedy, but sadly, never the other way round:
If that makes no sense to you, don't be sad.
You see, we were playing Left 4 Dead. Julian was being a dick and shooting his own teammates. So, in the end, after Zeke died(my fault, I triggered the car alarm), I was already in the safe house, and only Jackson was out there to rescue Julian...
Well before it gets too confusing, they both end up on the floor shooting each other.
I don't know why, but in that moment of pure, unappropriated, virtual barbarism, there was something that made me laugh.
I guess that makes me a pretty sick guy.
Or maybe not.
Maybe I'm just a super mild version of Patrick Bateman, because that's as close I can get to knowing who I really am.
Patrick Bateman.
But like I said, a very very mild version.
Oh well, who cares. None of this should matter anyway.
What should matter is an incomplete Panzerkampfwagen III Ausf J, and my determination to make it as friggin sweet as possible before July the 6th, 2009.
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