My first reaction was OH FUCKWHAOWOWOWGAAGHAHAHGGWAWHHAHGAGAAG
My second reaction was FUCKFUCKSHITAAAAGHGAHGAHOWOWOWOHGODWHY
I now know why they use it as a form of interrogative torture in some countries. It was a fresh, sharp blade too so it sank in deeeeeeep.
Meanwhile, I already had a splitting headache, and my neighbor's shitty band was practicing the same goddamn song over and over at full volume. They're Christian rock, my least favorite genre (not because of the lyrical content, I'm fine with that. The singing style just makes me want to murder).
Yesterday my bike broke.
The day before, my PS2 broke. The day I bought a game I've wanted to play since I was 9.
My computer officially called it quits the day before that.
This week sucks.
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COSPLAY:
Rock Howard: DONE.
Gunner: 80% (Only poncho remaining).
- Mood:
Hurt - Listening to: Otep, "Eat the Children."
- Reading: Harter's Picture Archive.
- Watching: Nothing.
- Playing: Nothing.
- Eating: Nothing.
- Drinking: Nothing.