So I went inside and worked out. I don't know how those to correlate, but there you go. Jeremy and I stretched and then I did squats and leg lifts while he jumped off of the coffee table pretending to be Ninja Wolverine. I really miss my bike.
I threw the laundry in and went back outside. I felt a little dumb, trying to take some sort of higher moral approach to shoveling three loads of stone. I'm sure I looked like a fool too.
I'm selling my account. I don't need to deal with it anymore, to be honest. I spend every night consuming my own thoughts whether I'm jerking off into a gravy boat or bumbling around in a strange world of make believe. I've only done one of the above, just in case you're worried.
Danny tells me one of his good buddies is getting a divorce over the game. I don't know how men at that age befriend fifteen year olds through the legal channels, but he's a nice guy and I can't see anyone having anything against him except for that damned haircut. I can see how things would have been for us. I'm glad I never took it seriously - even casually playing it still took up too much time.
Too much of a job. Nothing else. I guess I'll miss my friends, but maybe I can start building and rebuilding bridges where I stand. Hell, maybe I'll grab a few addresses and hang on to things.
I guess I owe you an apology. They say that $some_technological_miracle is a great thing, but without power it's still just a brick. I think they said that about sentient brick technology, but I'm not sure. I guess I've been a brick lately (I can hear you saying 'lately?' and I'll concede that you're right. To be honest, (and I've been using that phrase far too often lately) I'll concede whatever the hell you want. I don't think the kind of shit I've pulled could be any more wrong. I'm not going to go into the details - neither of us need to hear it again - but I'm sorry. I'm a cockeating pigfucking shithead (shee-thead).
I had kind of hoped to get this done before you get home, but it doesn't look like I'm going to make it.
Anyway, there's a whole long list of terribly grotesque shit that has happened in the last year or so. The kinds of things that those with any sort of morality would probably be upset with. There would be vomit and a few tears here and there, and a whole lot of strange vocalizations expressing disdain. I can't point to any one in particular that I can come out and say 'Well, this is it." But there are a few where I can say 'Shit, this was fucked up.''' I think quotational abuse may be there somewhere on the list. The parentheticals are forthcoming.
Anyway, this, that, some other things. We can talk when you want to talk. We don't have to talk if you don't want to.
If this is love, I'd like to think that we're always even.
If it isn't, if it wasn't, I think I owe you quite a bit.
My head is up my ass, but I can see the light.
I still can't get the fucking spoiler tags right. We need a wiki where we can look this shit up. What the hell kind of half-assed scoop site is this shit, anyway?
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