Has anyone's internet, besides mine, been acting all wacky? I can't get my SG fix if I can't comment on everyone's journal! *Crosses fingers* Let's hope this one goes through!
We now have Zelda, Wind Waker. It is possible that I may not be around for a while. Cause it's an evil, evil game that is going to hold me as slave for the next two days. I love it. I didn't think I would... I mean, cell shading? Come on... but; I love it.
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Also, I was walking down 17th with a friend the other day and decided to stop at the retro store. There, I spyed a MASONS belt buckle. It's draw was obvious, and strong.... I couldn't take my eyes from it. Was it true? For a mere 25 dollars, could I too become a keeper of secrets.... a crafter of deceit? I weighed the thought in my head for many moments and, ultimately, decided against the purchase. I became convinced that the buckle, seeming so small and innocent, actually contained some form of electronic tracking device... or, worse yet, could this tiny bauble be cursed with a spell of such magnitude that my life will forever be touched by the hands of this mysterious organization? I could not go through life, waking up every morning and crying, "Why!?! Why must I live the rest of my days watching for shapes that lurk in the shadows, eyes that watch from the dark!?! WHY!?" I slowly moved away from the buckle, and then the store. However...
I think I'll go buy it on payday.
***
I reach for heaven and falter,
what's left for me but loneliness?
I cry out but no one hears.
This torture is mine and mine alone.
Peace, love... and
.
Joseph
We now have Zelda, Wind Waker. It is possible that I may not be around for a while. Cause it's an evil, evil game that is going to hold me as slave for the next two days. I love it. I didn't think I would... I mean, cell shading? Come on... but; I love it.
***
Also, I was walking down 17th with a friend the other day and decided to stop at the retro store. There, I spyed a MASONS belt buckle. It's draw was obvious, and strong.... I couldn't take my eyes from it. Was it true? For a mere 25 dollars, could I too become a keeper of secrets.... a crafter of deceit? I weighed the thought in my head for many moments and, ultimately, decided against the purchase. I became convinced that the buckle, seeming so small and innocent, actually contained some form of electronic tracking device... or, worse yet, could this tiny bauble be cursed with a spell of such magnitude that my life will forever be touched by the hands of this mysterious organization? I could not go through life, waking up every morning and crying, "Why!?! Why must I live the rest of my days watching for shapes that lurk in the shadows, eyes that watch from the dark!?! WHY!?" I slowly moved away from the buckle, and then the store. However...
I think I'll go buy it on payday.
***
I reach for heaven and falter,
what's left for me but loneliness?
I cry out but no one hears.
This torture is mine and mine alone.
Peace, love... and
.
Joseph
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drake:
ah, shopping dilemmas. say, we should go shopping!
freakpirate:
Never been to the Olive Garden?? You my dear sir, need to get yourself to Edmonton. Pasta dining there shall be!!