Okay - dear Anonymous.

1) World of Warcraft is greater than you, greater than me, greater than anything you've ever known. It's greater than Jesus. It's the people that don't play the game that are the problem, not us.

2) I'm assuming you only read, about, every fifth word or so that I write, as that would explain your inability to understand anything I'm trying to say. Read: my scratching of the crotch is in direct correlation with my shaving of the pubes.

NOT that I feel obligated in any way to explain myself to you, whatever ghost of my past you may be, but I thought you might be interested in knowing how much of afucking idiot you are. Although something tells me you already know.

Cheers eh? I look forward to your next poorly written, barely comprehensible, stemming from a complete lack of knowledge about who I am, and possibly some kind of jealousy, flame. Thumbs up.

I CAN'T STOP SCRATCHING MY CROTCH.

I would love to stop, truly I would, especially because I find myself doing it all the time at the store, and if people wanted to see me scratch my crotch instead of buying my books, I'd be in an entirely different line of work, and would be making better money. So I've concluded that the only rational decision is to resort back to having my pubic hair ripped out of me.

In light of recent events, I'm feeling exceptionally optimistic about the life ahead of me, the people I'm going to get to share it with, and no longer will I commit anyamount of time to the useless pursuit of imagining scenarios that may come to pass. It's fucking stupid, I'm stopping immediately. Thank you all for everything you did for me, over these last few days. If it weren't for you, who knows where I would be. Lost and alone, I know that for sure, but maybe dead, or dangling from a precipice somewhere, or worse.

I'm off to nuke mobs. Ciao.

Have you ever come home from work, eaten a danish for dinner, and known immediately that it was the worst decision you made all day, and possibly for the entire week, or even month?

Me either, I was just asking.

So, as you can tell, my life has once again descended into swirling vortex of doom that is playing World of Warcraft. On the plus side, my Priest is level 63, my Hunter 43, and my Mage 28, so really, I feel like I've come out on top.

What to tell then, eh? You all know me so well, any tales I might have to spin you've all heard, which reduces my current writing to having no purpose save for my own benefit, and if I'm writing purely for my own benefit, then truly how foolish am I to be allowing public access? The answer to that is quite simple, I believe.

Very.

Now, I'm currently reading, "A Briefer History of Time" - a, for lack of a better term, "dumbed down" revision of "A Brief History of Time" - by Stephen Hawking, and I must say, if I could understand a single word of it, I just might find it fascinating. Haha, just jokes. ...I understand some of it. For instance: Did you know that it is quite actually impossible for an object to reach the speed of light? Yeah, cuz, as an object begins to near moving at the speed of light, it's mass begins to increase, and thusly, it requires that much more energy to keep it moving. As that object got close to the speed of light (which is.. 256,000 miles a second?) it's mass would be infinite, and would need an infinite amount of energy to sustain it's movement.

I personally was completely dumbfounded upon discovering this, for truly what is the point of Star Fleet launching all those Enterprises and Voyagers and god knows what else into space, IF NOT TO FIND A WAY TO TRAVEL AT THE SPEED OF LIGHT??? To explore strange new worlds? To seek out new life, and new civilizations? To boldly go where no one has gone before?

FUCK no, son. It's to find a god damn way to go as fast as is the FUCK possible, so to conquer with greater efficiency, BITCH. So, it looks like we're all fucked, I guess.

And I guess that's all, for now.


I love you. More than you know.