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Posted Mar 13, 2003 - 1:52:38
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Anyways, it's 1:55 am, and I'm a little... I'm a little... I'm a little... I'm a little teapot, dammit. Short and stout, this is my handle, this is my spout. Whenever I get all steamed up, then I shout: Tip Me over and Pour me Out.
Anywho, I have the strange feeling that I'm living in a Will Wright game. I mean, I guess that's better than feeling like you're living in a Sid Meier game... okay, so I think I've lost you all. Anyways, I guess I could confuse you all by talking about Hikaru Utada, or something else that most of my readers don't understand (and that a small percentage of rabidly and intensely understand on a level that scares me), and then make you all go somewhere else... I don't know. I went to Circle, had a good time, Erin fell asleep on my foot as I read a Neil Gaiman comic, and then I got home -- and went straight to Towers. And now I write this. Woot.
I think I'm slowly alienating people these days though, as I'm determined to stop being nice for the sake of keeping people from getting pissed at me. Frankly, I'm sick of humoring people. Y'piss me off, you get to hear about it. Plain and simple.
As I've mentioned a bazillion times before, Chris gets here on Friday, and I'm pretty happy about that. It'll be good to see the boy, and to hang out for at least a little while.
- Traegorn
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