Mar 16, 2004 18:51
"Oh, mad one! We see your trap. You can never escape your fate. Submit with honor to a duel with my son!"
"I agree."
Math quiz:
Bram + Ninja Gaiden on the Sex Box + Newly re-acquired Liquid Swords = Nothing productive being accomplished today.
Unless you count severed ninja heads and blood splattered walls, something "normal" society frowns on.
"I see your using an old style, I'd wondered where you'd learned it from?"
"You know very well, it's yours too."
"I had forgoten, will you show me?"
Is there a hip hop album that can stand up to Liquid Swords? Everything else is left in a warm red pool spreading across the floor, a victim to the verbal barrage put forth by Wu Tangs head Swordsman, Genius, the GZA. His name says it all.
No more hermitting for me tomorrow. I need to get things done, like meet my sister in etna and stop by work to see one of the kids off, and then class. This "social interaction" isn't all its cut out to be, not nearly as appealing as solitude is sometimes. But thats the way it has to be on days like today, when the most interesting person that I know is myself, no offense to the people who stopped by.
I need to exercize the ninja from my system in preparation for tomorrow.