sid

Mondays are always so damned stressful. I'm still tired from the weekend, and fucking Art History at 11am to 1pm fucking kills me. I'm dead the rest of the day. Just the fact that my first class of the day is so boring. My teacher just talks in a mono-tone voice with a german accent. Bleh.

I was on the subway with a ton of Red Sox fans on the way home today. Those people really pack it in on the T. I was kinda scared. Took me way too fucking long to get home.

Oh, everyone should be jealous of me... I've got the hottest girlfriend in the world. Little miss glassheart and I are lovers... now, we just got to figure out how to get across the country so we can tap eachother's asses... hahah.

I wanted to buy some more D&D minis today, but unfortunately, the gaming store closed at the exact time I got done with classes! I'm sad. I only have 2 packs of the Giants of Legends boosters. I have a few more huges than I have packs because my great roommate, quiescence traded me them for crap I had multiples of.

****So... you children with artistic talent... I require a favor of you. If I like it, your art will be immortalized on my body forever. You assignment: I'd like you to please draw me a pistol in a holster that I can put on my upper thigh and him. If you'd like, you can make it Old-School-like with a banner that says "Sid Suicide". Skulls and whatnot may also be used. Be creative. I'd be ever-so-happy if even one of you gives me a gun! Thanks! ****

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Sid