the windows of my soul are made of one way glass
shit, lost the game again. well, i'm posting again because i have nothing better to do (ok, i have plenty of better things i should do, but screw it). don't you love it when you say something, then realize you weren't supposed to say what you just said, then say that you weren't supposed to say it, but laugh because you dont' care? i do. so, the other day, which is every other day, i was in a house, which is every other house, and i heard a story, then forgot it right away. but now i remember it, sorta: i was walking down the street, and dumbledore died. -.-