I'd really like to explain, or even write it all down to remember, but this isn't a diary. I have a diary in my mind, just like everyone else, that throws out the unimportant bits and reminds me of each and every experience that's exploitable.
Never forget to control the subtle change in character when going from one person to the next. I cannae believe I have to remind myself of this.
Since when was exploitation a bad thing?
All I have to say is that 4 player Nazi Zombies was totally fucking cool.
My throat is burning, but at least I sound like Batman now. Ahem. Trust me.
Bad news. The jetty. Is Gone. Like seriously.
I think Kua told me about this, but like I said, there's only the important stuff stuck in my head.
And I'm talking politically important stuff. Not personally important stuff. That stuff can wait. That stuff can change.
Shit.
Bullshit.
But mostly
A car covered in bird shit.
All that in 3 hours. It was probably just one giant fucking rooster on the tree with a bad case of diarrhea. How did the rooster get on the tree? Why couldn't it have pointed its ass in another direction? IT'S ART! You DO NOT QUESTION ART.
I'm sleepy.
The moment I got back, things just got bad.
The internet was as slow as the year 2005(that was a really slow year, at least by 2009's standards, oh lordy, it's already December!).
When it got back to regular speed(I consider regular speed to be roughly 2006-ish, let's face it, the only explanation for these speed of time fluctuations can only be explained by Hitler's 4th reich trying to mess with the universe's control room. Science. It works), I was already writing the second line of this post. Creepy.
I had good cake that made me feel fat because I already had 5 meals before. Still, pretty good cake.
Just when I thought cake would make everything better, it got a little worse.(see, the cake IS a lie).
I wanted to watch a good movie, but then my brother's unnecessarily gigantic harddisk(what is a HUMAN BEING going to do with 1 terabyte of space. back when I was little, 1 GB was enough for a whole fucking family) was all password protected. Bitch. I got the password from him(he wasn't even at home), but then realized the only movie left worth watching was Frost/Nixon. Which I had already watched before. I wanted to see capitalist bastards BURN, not be embarrassed. God dammit.(God's last name IS dammit)
I thought at least I would be able to play this super-awesome Java-like game called Plants Vs Zombies. But Zeke's morning streak expired my free trial. PERMANENTLY. As in, I cannae play it on my PC. And Borderlands has(I admit) become a lot less engaging. I got to the part where I had to kill this ABSOLUTELY GIGANTIC Rakk Hive.
(Rakks are a sorta bat-like creature that sweep down at you, they're evil)
(A Rakk Hive is a woolly mammoth looking creature. It's the size of an oliphaunt(or Mumakil, if you speak middle-earth english) and is basically a walking, living, breathing hive)
Anyway, killing the Rakk Hive was supposed to be a challenge. But it was too easy. All I had to do was snipe the eyes, then get down there and nuke it's ass. It was easier DONE than SAID. Literally. Wait, what?
Anyway, Borderlands isn't what I need right now.
What I need, is sleep. Thank you for reading, following, commenting, and participating in the new Malaysian Communist Regime for Awesome Purposes. My new political party. Soon, MYCRAP will be more popular than UMNO(regular crap)!
The poetry that comes from the squaring off between and the circling is worth it. Finding beauty in the dissidence. Even though it's something I can never really get right.
Anyway, the moral of the story is, whenever you think it can't get any better or any worse, just remember two things:
1)you probably don't have leprosy(see, all better now!)
2)you're probably not cancer-proof(if only)
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