x69.
It never ends with me. :)
You must choose between the two, flist. There is no option of just turning around or simply not going to either city. You absolutely have to face hordes of zombies and bio-weapons that could twist your head off and chug your insides through your neckhole like fruit cocktail from the can; or the physical manifestations of your guilt, fear and repressed memories.
Which one, and why?
TOMORROW:
° get my ass to the travel agency for plane tickets to Jersey
° pre-register at Otakon
° smoke
° hack up a lung
° smoke
I have fucking jury duty next week. Week after that is my birthday. I feel so old already... damn, my lumbago's acting up.
You must choose between the two, flist. There is no option of just turning around or simply not going to either city. You absolutely have to face hordes of zombies and bio-weapons that could twist your head off and chug your insides through your neckhole like fruit cocktail from the can; or the physical manifestations of your guilt, fear and repressed memories.
Which one, and why?
TOMORROW:
° get my ass to the travel agency for plane tickets to Jersey
° pre-register at Otakon
° smoke
° hack up a lung
° smoke
I have fucking jury duty next week. Week after that is my birthday. I feel so old already... damn, my lumbago's acting up.