| now that I've healed you just want to break me again. |
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| Seems like any kind of blogging by anybody goes majorly un-noticed these days.
I remember two years ago, when I could get 20 comments on a post with some meaning behind it. Now I'm lucky if I get even one.
Everybody and their mother and her dog has a blog now, and nobody seems to care any more. It's not a socialization tool. I've got a phone for that.
Call me. |
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| Too many people know about this and who I am for me to to write here like I used to.
Too many people who would know what I was really talking about.
Too many people that might bring it up later.
IN OTHER NEWS:
I'm thinkin' Arby's. |
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| I AM FOOLISH, HEAR ME ROAR! |
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| Most of you don't know, but I played a 'zombie outbreak' game on saturday night. If you don't know what that is, it's like 'Infection' (Or 'Save One Bullet' for you Halo players) except with nerf guns.
The Infected have to tackle the non-infected to infect them.
There were over 100 people in attendance, and I got my ass tackled to the ground so bad all my shit went flying everywhere. Then I tackled some guy on the pavement and messed up my elbow again. And now I'm so sore from running around for 2 hours, I feel like a bus ran over me.
But it was worth it. Tons of fun. |
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