I feel dorky today. Hence the dorky new userpic showing off my 1337 5k1llz. I was so proud of myself today for getting that score. So very, very proud. But, of course, I don't think anyone in the world plays The Specialists. Just Karl and I.
HEY! Here's some game everyone played!
No? Well, ok. I guess I just loose at life. Though, I do think I did pretty swell on that Logic quiz today. But then I came home to get groceries and remembered I don't have money and went directly back to failing at life. But hey, I was The Specialist on that server like 50 times today. That should look good on some future resume or something. Maybe all twelve of us Specialists players should make a convention where we all go and have sex with each other. It'll have to be gay sex because I don't think any women are allowed to download Half-life or its fascinating array of mods. Some new law.
I know there's some dance party tonight at the Picador. I may go to that. If I do I think I'll give another shot at a drunk post. Hopefully it'll be much less coherent than the last one. All drunk livejournal posts made by peoples identical to
Tristefish are posts which will be incoherent. Is what I really meant. And lo, Logic looked upon the face of Dominic, and Dominc stayed his hand. And from that day forward, Logic was as one dead.
Sry lame post, TLDR. ;)